I'm back in New York, unsure of if I feel completely lost, or should just allow myself to relax for a while because I just got done with one of the hardest shows of my life. What can I say, I'm addicted to work. Not the pursuit of work.
This week, I've realized that although I certainly am in control of 99% of my choices and my life, there is a 1% that feels like it's not part of my decision. Like the universe gets a small percentage of the vote where it delegates how I feel that day, if luck is on my side with an audition, or if I will brush off the petty things in life or if it'll be the anchor of my anger that day.
Unfair. Wah. Whining.
New York is hard.