A Work in Progress

So, I moved to New York City. I quit ten years of a music teaching career to take a job in administration. Ok, not so much “administration” as in a nice paycheck, catered lunches, card carrying member of the “big boss” club. . . but a career change nonetheless and a major kick down the step ladder of success i.e. glorified secretary. I don’t want to say I regret my decision, that’s lame – not to mention ungrateful and depressing. I just had high hopes and big dreams. Plus, I expected to achieve everything in 6 months or less. What?

Anyways, you get the idea – it hasn’t been all Broadway lights and crazy city nights. Reality is I spend two hours on the subway, clock in eight hours at the ol’ j-o-b and then rush home where I can really work towards my goals: drinking a bottle of wine, binging Netflix (obviously), and trying to figure out my next big move (imagine the tenacity of Melanie Griffith in Working Girl mixed with the intuition of Barney Fife).

I know you’re swooning right now, so take a minute to catch your breath – I’ll wait.

Ok, back to the part where I’m not ungrateful and depressed. August marks my two-year anniversary since moving to the city, living paycheck to paycheck and curling up every night with my cat, Ella, in a 300 sq. foot corner of the world. And she said, “I couldn’t be happier!”

Eh. Not quite.

I’m actually not happy at all (See? Not depressed or ungrateful in the least). What I mean to say without all the dramatics is I’m doing pretty ok and I’m on my way to making it, I’m just taking the long way there. I am proud of myself for making the leap and hey, I’d say a j-o-b and a place to call my own is a good start. You know what else? It took me 35 years, but I’m finally starting to understand who I am and what I really want from life. Not to mention, being ok with putting it out there. I mean, someone’s going to read this. . . eventually. . . right?

Sweet, now to the point – I started this blog because I did something scary: I pushed myself out of my comfortable zone, and to my surprise, this shit show of a city is teaching me more about myself and life than I ever could have imagined. In fact, nothing about the decisions I have made, have been easy, but *total plot twist* it’s all been worth it. That’s why I’m going to use this space to talk about my experiences, share embarrassing stories and lessons learned, post pictures of my cat (just being honest) and hopefully commiserate with some friends who can relate.

I may not have reached my happy just yet, but I will – I’m a work in progress 🙂

Now, as promised. . .

Young Ella