If you put it up against some of the things my friends in New York have done things they do on the daily, they sound down right childish. But maybe that’s the point. In all the rush to sell my TV show, meet with Showtime, film this, write that, go to LA, meetings meetings meetings… I forgot what it was like to stop and live. To stop thinking about three weeks from now, and just think about the here and now. Stop hoping for better and appreciate what was in front of me. I stopped planning sort of and just started living and seeing what happened. And did so surrounded by people who emphasized the importance of the simple shit. For the first time in my life I saw myself potentially living somewhere else and being happy. It both scares and excites me.
Maybe I’m wrong about it all. Maybe Charleston is one of those moments, those ticks on the wall. While my friends took a different path here in New York, maybe my tick is coming. Maybe that place will give me as much joy as promotions and weddings and nights out in the Meat Packing give my friends now. Maybe those little moments I wrote about earlier are enough for me. And perhaps in realizing that, accepting that, I can say I’m not behind the curve in life, but traveling along its edges with a brilliant insight into the things that make me happy. And giving me the courage to pursue them, as out of the box as they may seem.