I did a lot of “partying” in my day. And by partying… I mean binge-drinking in crowded spaces.
I’m officially grown. I’m 33 and 3/4 years old. I have a toddler, a mortgage and a Volkswagen. I’m sure you know that with age comes wisdom (that I will probably laugh at 5 years from now) and I must admit that I feel significantly more wise than I did at 29.
Yesterday before the clock even struck 9am, my worst self reared her ugly hot-headed head. She is not someone I normally talk about - let alone discuss in a public forum - but in the spirit of sharing openly and honestly... fuck it. Share I will.
Me in India, sunbathing in a bikini (eye roll)
In 2014 I took an extended trip to India and experienced a profound, life-changing spiritual realization... It just wasn't the one I wanted.
The year I turned 28, I made partner in a large hospitality group, got married, and had heart surgery; in that order. The preceding 15 or so years, I was living at an accelerated pace — playing multiple sports in high school while also starring in all the drama club productions, graduating early from Columbia while holding down a full-time job and training for marathons, juggling an insanely full workload in the nightclub biz and enjoying the fruits of my labor to the maximum (read: partying all night and working all day).