There are three days before I turn 26 and shit is not quite how I thought it would be. It's better. I'm not rolling in dough the way I thought I would be, but I am rich in knowledge. I'm not in a monogamous relationship the way my younger self had dreamed, but I am in love with my friends, my soul family. I'm not in the penthouse yet, but I am eight years deep in the city I always told myself I'd succeed in. I'm not a college graduate, but I am the director of a digital diVision at one of the top modeling agencies in New York City. I've lost my fucking mind, but somehow and in some mysterious way, I've got my shit together… in a Sarah Jessica Parker meets Lena Dunham type of way.
Perception is everything. How you feel defines your future, because it is sending signals to your present. As I sit and reflect on my 25th year on this planet, I hope that my peers reading this or not, come to a mindset where they can embrace this roller coaster we call life, with the ability to flip the paradox of any given situation to be a blesson (blessing x lesson, for those who really couldn't put that together.) The pain pays off. The scars are art. As long as you live with the will to learn and never stop, I'm convinced this doesn't have to be as painful as some of us make it.
Let's skip the part where it's the end of March 2017 and forget that this is my first written piece of the year, and focus on the part where I realize that art and how we perceive what we're feeling and what we go through is the ONLY thing that matters. What I do for a living really matters to me because I'm in a vision-based world. Yes, people are paid for visuals, but I'm talking about visionARIES. The ones who have mastered self and openly evolve in an artistic manner. You are the ones that keep me going.
Thank you to the pure, in an ego-based industry. Thank you to the dreamers, who always make it and live as an example to never stop. Thank you to the brave ones who share their stories that give others a sense of comfort, understanding and reassurance that we are never alone.
This year, on March 29th, I will wake up and embrace the present, the only real gift I could receive. A rePRESENTation of opportunity to make this the year I take over the world. A One-ness. Not the company I work for, but rather within myself. To know that I can look in the mirror and say I know that bitch... that's me. And I dig her.