What a ride! Last night was the premiere of the show that I have been producing for the past two months with Director, Greg Serebuoh. He so elegantly captured the emotion involved in watching something you’ve literally breathed life into be born in his Facebook post this morning. Now, it’s my turn to ruminate on/after/about last night’s premiere of Transformatique:

Overflowing with love for the people I’ve touched yet more importantly for the people who’ve touched me, the moments (those never ending moments) of struggle that have made MY life worthwhile, the joy of creation and the joy of destruction (for aren’t they both just two sides of the same coin?). We give and we get, we teach and we learn, we ebb and we flow, we fail and we succeed. And yes, I love a comma-splice…I’ve never cared much for arbitrary rules.

A failure teetering on the brink of success, and a success laying precipitously close to the edge, it’s all made up anyways so who cares which way it goes. People are too busy being concerned with how they appear to others to actually be concerned with which way my life happens to be trending.

Last night I was reminded of the power of standing in and speaking your truth, all of it. Last night I was reminded that no one wins, if everyone doesn’t win. Last night I was reminded that it takes more balls to reveal yourself than it does to simply sit in the stands and watch others play with theirs. Life is a game, and I wasn’t born to be a spectator. I suspect that you weren’t either.

What’s that saying, opinions are like assholes, everyone’s got one? Maybe that’s why there are more observers, more commentators, more people in the stands than creators in this world. Not because life is unfair, or life is unjust or because it is much easier to consume other’s ideas than to create your own, but because maybe (just maybe) there is too much fear going on inside our heads. Fear of the unknown, fear of the judgement of others, fear of that nameless dread that makes us do perfunctory things, in perfunctory ways, all the while forgetting why in the first place we ever started doing them…and yes, I love a sentence fragment too.

Grammatical sentence structure aside (comma-splices and fragments included), I love those misfit toys, those happy boys (and gals), those out-of-the-box thinkers, those moment makers who reveal something about life, which most people never dare reveal. The performance last night accomplished just that. Bravo!

I’m grateful to all our performers, collaborators, crew and audience last night at Dixon Place, a little comma-splice here and a little fragment there…you all make life worthwhile. #fuckingblessed #love

A Wheelchair on the Streets of New York

Tribute-In-Lights-911-World-Trade-CenterWent down to lower Manhattan tonight to photograph a “Tribute in Light” commemorating the attack on the World Trade Center on 9/11, and ended up getting asked by a man in a wheelchair with no legs to push him up the street. At first I hesitated and then I realized this was the same man that I had had a verbal altercation with roughly 4 years ago on a city bus.

I decided to give him a push and as I did I talked with him about nothing important, but I began to realize how insanely difficult his day to day life must be. It was a struggle for me to push him in his wheelchair. How on earth does he propel himself in this thing around New York?

We stopped at a deli and he pulled out $5 then asked me to buy him a beer, so I did. He had me put the change in his pocket then I wheeled him to the nearest bus stop and we parted ways. As I walked away I almost immediately began to cry, as I thanked God for giving me a chance to give back to this man whom I had wronged so many years ago. People often think New York is a soulless place, but tonight I had a quintessentially NY moment that reminded me that it is anything but.

Work to Live

Four-Hour-Work-Week-Tim-FerrissThe first time I read this revolutionary book was back in 2010. Since, it has become a companion as I’ve adventured into the world of entrepreneurship and creating a business that is centered around freedom of time and place. “The 4-Hour Workweek” by Tim Ferriss is a spectacular take on freeing yourself to live a life that doesn’t leave you powerless and penniless.

In many regards, it is an anti-corporate world manifesto of how to DEAL with the hectic world of modern day corporate America by NOT dealing with it. His methodology is straightforward:

1. Define what you want to do (seems easy enough)

2. Eliminate what isn’t essential in all areas of your life that isn’t consistent with your definition from step 1

3. Automate your source of income, Automate your life

4. Liberate yourself from work so you can add more life

In a rather wry tone, Tim takes direct aim at the paper pushing, meeting making, last man standing type of corporate culture that so many find consumes 8+ hours of their life on a daily basis. Instead, he encourages people to aim for following their bliss, be it by becoming a professional traveler or owning a business that virtually runs itself, OR ideally by doing both.

It can feel at times in this modern era that most of us only live to work, and in that process we get mired down by other people’s agendas and goals, and increasingly forget about our own. In this book, we are passionately enticed by the possibility that we can in fact work to live.