When I’m asked the dreaded question: “How old are you?”, these thoughts ping-pong through my brain in an exhaustive sequence...
Two years ago I was filing for unemployment and down to my last $1,000. Well, I turned things around.
I'm totally kickass and courageous, right? Wrong. I do have fears, and if I were to boil them down into one word, that word would be...
Recently, I made a commitment to myself. When lightning strikes, I will put my personal growth first. Less doing, more be-ing. Balance.
Thank you, friends. Thank you for letting me bare my soul... my opinions, my desires, my failures, my vulnerabilities, my epiphanies... and accepting me.
Rejection is a fact of life, and it’s happened over and over to all of us, including me.
Two, three years ago, you could find me in Manhattan, walking the red carpet at a movie premiere or at an exclusive launch party. I had a dream job. But that all changed when I was laid off by email. And I wouldn't change a thing.