Ghost Me

In my Chelsea hotel room, beautiful skyline to my right. No matter how lost I feel, NYC lifts my spirits and lowers my blood pressure. Walking the streets for hours is the best therapy I know. I normally hate crowds, but here the mass is my security blanket.

The city is especially vital to me as my marriage ends. Looks like I'll be moving back, but this is being worked out. My professional and personal plates are spinning in various directions. The transition has been exhausting and anxiety-ridden, but inspiring as well. I'm emerging from a decade of janitorial isolation and Midwestern provincialism, older, heavier (genes and Michigan diet tag-teaming my gut), focused on the next phase. You've seen some early evidence. Now The Project kicks into higher gear.

More soon. Time for a long walk through lower Manhattan.