60. follow your dreams on a bus, ferry, or citibike
i asked for a piece of advice today. no, i really did. like that's literally what i said to the 30 something year old man at 9:31 pm or so tonight in front of belasco theatre on 44th street. "do you a piece of advice?"
and i could tell i sent him somewhere in free fall, just as much as i was. "words," i'd said frantically to ease the tension, the tension and jitters and butterflies that i was feeling.
"follow your dreams," he said. he was about to say something more, but i cut him off. i freaking cut him off. damn it.
well, i guess that's all the advice i got for now then. let's use it.
i'm going to freaking follow my dreams.
lord help me.