Learning to Fly

I took this picture when I came to New York City in 2004 to audition for the NYU MFA in Theater Program. I didn't get in and I realized that I really don't need another degree (three is plenty, thanks). If I had been accepted I would have graduated this past spring with my second Master's degree and $100K in debt. Thank you Universe for watching out for me.

Sometimes I feel as though I'm standing on the edge of a cliff taking a long, slow leap and having to trust that once my feet leave the ground, I'll fly and find success. Sometimes it's hard to have that faith. I made a lot of changes in my life to get here to the edge of the cliff and sometimes I get afraid that I'll plummet straight to the bottom. I push past that fear and keep going because I'm here, in the moment, with an opportunity to do things that I've always wanted to do. How many people can say that? Things haven't gone how I thought they would go; on the other hand I came here without any real expectations.

I don't usually remember my dreams. I remember only one time dreaming that I could fly. In the dream, I remember realizing that all I had to do to fly was to lift my feet up off the ground and not fight it and it would happen. That dream felt transcendent, and the feeling was gone as quickly as it came to me.