Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get to go to New York again…if I’ll ever make it. It’s not so much about New York in itself, but it’s what New York means for me. It means that I’m one step closer to my dream…which sometimes feels so far away. I feel so small sometimes and I wonder if I’ll ever be able to make it. It’s not about making it big money wise (it’s never been that way for me), but it’s about knowing that the passion that God has placed inside of me is for real. At times my dream feels so real to me - like I just know that it's what I'm supposed to do....Do you ever feel that way?
(^taking a shuttle through Harlem at 2am to make our flight back home)
I know that I'm not the best writer so this may all sound silly…but it’s true. I know that many of you have a dream - a huge dream - a dream that’s so big you wonder if anyone else will ever understand the urgency of it. For me, it’s getting to New York…what’s your dream?