Three day holidays,
Partying with friends and food.
Swimming is a must!
After a successful week of teaching, choreographing, and laughing with old friends; it's time I leave NYC.
I'm delighted that I got to see my buddy star on Broadway, my bestie's company shine on stage and even pick up some fun new designer merchandise at the House of Lodes! (AKA my friends hand-me-downs.)
But like all great adventures, this too must end, and just in time- it's raining... And I hate summer rain in NYC!
His ability to bring joy in sadness, truth in comedy and energy to all was extraordinary! Very few people can make you cry while you're laughing and laugh while you're crying-
Robin Williams artistry will be missed.
A NYC cafe full of people on their iSwippythings...
Posting, tagging, checking in-
But certainly not making contact with the friends sitting next to them.
I belong to a generation that has the best if both worlds.
I know how to Tweet a sassy thought, post an interesting photo and check-in to share my location to anyone interested (including the government).
Fortunately, I still remember how to UNPLUG!
Do the social media tech savvy children of our future even know what a handshake is? Or do the fist bump without looking up as the swipe to a new app?
You can walk into a random Starbucks near Union Square and run into an old friend, (even though neither of you actually live in NYC anymore) and pick up right where you left off.
You can sit in a park and be approached by three complete strangers from three different countries, who are all in an English class-and they want to engage in conversation to better understand the language. (P.S. All three spoke better English than a third of the people who are actually born here.)
You can eat a three course meal at 1AM and nobody thinks anything of it.
But my favorite part, you can walk around any area of this city and gaze up and see no less than: 10 different types of architecture, 10 different ethnicities and 10 different styles of fashion-all while watching an uber wealthy stockbroker avoid eye contact with a homeless man.
My body is a twisted piece of crunched up muscle-
Aching all over from prolonged teaching.
How did those dancers keep up?
Oh, right- they're sixteen and I'm thirty-six!
When did that happen?
I might be in pain, but I'll never stop teaching.
...my leg just might not go as high.
It's like time stood still.
Sitting in the comfort of my old living room, laughing with my roommate;
Reminiscing about the past and catching up on the present.
I was a different person back then, I had yet to grow into myself.
She pointed out that I am comfortable in my new skin-
Yes, I am proud of the person I'm becoming. I've stayed true to my goals and dreams, and haven't given up on the idea that "it" will happen.
It IS happening!
A constant work in progress. Maybe I'll really discover who I am when I'm old and bald?
I hate waiting in lines!
It started at Disneyland when I was five-
And continues to torture me to this day.
Especially at the airport.
Boarding the plane...
rage. Rage. #RAGE!!!
The really burdensome part of my job is that I have to wake up in a different city every week.
The really exhilarating part of my job is that I get to explore a new city every week.
Life is complicated. It's nice to maintain a positive perspective.
The line for the Starbucks in our hotel lobby is longer than the Great Wall-
With as many annoying tourists!
How can you not know what you want?
You've been standing in line for twenty minutes! #OverIt!
After a week of working out of town and a twelve hour travel day, I crashed last night.
Waking up to the smell of Kona coconut Hawaiian coffee and bacon is just one of the many perks to married life.
I'm so blessed that I found my soulmate-
Whether creating projects, exploring a new city while on vacation or lounging at home watching Saturday morning cartoons, I am the luckiest man alive.
Because I found a partner who inspires me to thrive!
Up at 5 AM.
Thank God for Starbucks.
The shuttle driver proceeds cautiously at a snails pace to the airport-
TSA is surprisingly short,
So is my first flight.
Connection in Denver (I wish I had time to see my family).
One day at home, then back on the road...
It's impossible to get enough sleep or look good.
Ah, the glamorous life!
Choreographing in a hotel room,
Drafting a marketing and PR strategy for my new book,
Composing an email to my manager,
Coordinating a meeting with a TV network to pitch our TV pilot-
All on three hours of sleep.
So I'm pretty much living the dream!
Airports are the worst aspect of life on the road.
Dealing with bitter, jaded, nasty airline employees suck.
I get it. You're tired of the endless parade of uneducated, uncivilized, overweight assholes who don't have a clue...
A. YOU chose this job.
B. and more important, I am not one of those people aforementioned.
So slap on a phony smile and take care of your customers.
Please and thanks (with a phony smile back!)
Sitting outside in the valley heat,
Drinking my Starbucks iced coffee-
The puppies comfortably passed out in my lap.
I should be writing or returning calls,
But instead, I'm enjoying some me time (with a splash of social media), naturally.
Mom, you gave me life-
Even though I'm sure you wished you could take that back during my teenage years, I'm grateful you didn't!
Thank you for your unconditional love, support and faith in me and my dream.
You are the worlds best mom!
Young or old, everyone has their swagger.
Swinging, swishing, hunched or pulled up-
Fast and furious, or
Slow and steady, both on a mission:
Coffee! Java. A cup-of-Joe
Creatures of habit. In need of caffeine, and socialization.
Starbucks is more than a coffee house, it's an anthropological classroom in the university of life.
Awake, but not conscious.
Sitting at another airport sipping on a watered down soy latte from Starbucks.
Surrounded by a small group of regular travelers (I can tell by the roadmap that marks their face and zombie eyes.)
I feel like a member of The Breakfast Club! Only our group would be called The Sleepless, Worn-down, Tired of this Lifestyle BUT Grateful for A Job Club.
Instead of getting detention we get delayed!
I haven't decided which is worse:
The actual embarrassment of talking to people with a lisp and a mouth full of metal.
The actual sores on my tongue from having the retainer in my mouth all day!
As I get older and I'm blessed with each new day on this earth, I appreciate the opportunities that I've had-
My past is a reminder to continue living in the present and release the idea of what my future "should be."
Setting goals and working towards them, always mindful that I will experience everything I "need" to, when I'm meant to.
Adventure only comes to those who are open to change and unexpected circumstances.
I have Faith that my path will lead me where I'm most prepared for the journey.
I read my news on Facebook,
I get my inspiration from Instagram,
I laugh out loud reading my Twitter feed,
I watch TV on YouTube-
I think it's safe to say I'm in engulfed in 21st century lifestyle!