C'est la vie I suppose. The weather wasn't magnificent today so I spent most of my time indoors. My roommate has been in California for the last two weeks and this was one of my last days that I'd get to spend solo. The first couple hours of my morning seemed longer than usual, which I liked. I love it when time slows down. As I drank my coffee, black, I worked on a painting that I started a few nights ago. It put the thought in my head about becoming one of those artists that sell their stuff in Union Square on the weekends. Maybe once I build a bigger collection I'll look into it. All I know is I'll never stop painting because it does so much for my peace of mind. The longer I'm in New York the more I become in touch with my inner artist and am constantly inspired by the things around me. Never a dull moment here. Another cup of coffee and a cigarette after my paint sesh, I got on my computer. Donavon Frankenreiter was the soundtrack to my morning. I sent a friend of mine an online birthday card with a photo of Marilyn Monroe and Bettie Page on it. This led me to researching everything I could on Bettie Page. I have always been infatuated with her but never really knew her story. If you haven't heard of her, she's a 1950's pin-up model that somehow remains one of the modeling world's best kept secrets. Her jet black hair and bangs with blue eyes might be what initially attracted me to her seeing the similarity and all. Mostly though, I feel it's her shining spirit that drew me in. I loved learning about her admirable optimism growing up in foster care and her brave move to New York City at the age of 24. The move that also cut the cord to her first of three marriages. This woman is so insanely interesting to me that I couldn't stop reading. She lived life the way she wanted to and the possibility of failing never occurred to her. How could you fail at something if you never gave up? I thought. Makes sense to me. Reading her struggles turned success stories left me feeling so inspired.
I was reminded that I came to New York for a reason. As most people do come here with a dream, it's easy to fall off track. The winters are long and can be depressing at times. My family is far from me leaving my comfort zone further than a quick drive down the street. I am alone. But today I realized not only am I alone, but I am independent. Completely. And you know what? It feels fucking great. I came here to test myself. To see if I could make it. To see if I could survive the daily tribulations of this beautiful yet madd city I live in. Almost a year and a half ago was when I made the leap leaving almost everything behind except my passions and courage. I dove in head first and have been blessed with working with some of the most brilliant and talented people I could ever have imagined. I've learned that the possibilities are indeed endless. Winter is almost completely come to an end and the sunshine is coming in brighter than before. My dreams are solidified with the knowledge that I can make it here. While I still have a long way to go, I will never give up. New goals have presented themselves and I am so excited to begin conquering them. Life is our playground. It's what we make it, nobody else. In closing, I encourage anyone reading this to begin going for whatever it is in life that you want. Why wait? Life is happening right now.
Until we meet again,
Megan
