INCREASE-DECREASE

So, I’m home. And I’m happy here. I feel like someone’s punched me in the face with a fist full of sunshine. I mean, I feel pregnant. Without the sickness…or belly…or baby inside. But the glow? Yeah, the glow.

I’m only going to be here for a few more hours, then it’s back to NYC. I can honestly say that I’m sad to go back to hustle, but it’s what I have to do. There is something there for me, I think. At least I hope. But I can admit, that I’m not loving NYC right now. I mean, I never really love it, it’s always more of a love/hate thing between NYC and I. But I recognize the energy, and the grind there. And for that, I continue to pound it’s pavement, tapping out the code to my dreams.

But when I come home…I can breathe. And smile. And sleep.

More on this, Monday.