The Dream is Being Relocated

The distant future has become the new reality. What once seemed like only a remote possibility has become an apparent inevitability. The dream of becoming a superstar copywriter (or stand up comedian, TV show writer, author, all around writing extraordinaire) is being forced to relocate from whence he came due to a lack of funds. In other words, I'm moving out of my apartment, and probably NYC, because I can't afford to live here anymore on the pittance I am given from unemployment. With savings depleted and job prospects non-existent, the time has come for me to circle the wagons, regroup and take another run at the dream from a different location. 

Dreams die hard, though. And I will continue to pursue them from my remote location outside of NYC, wherever it may end up being. Persistence can be an utter annoyance or a valuable asset. In this case, staring what at first seemed like failure in the face, persistence has helped me realize that this is a speed bump, not an insurmountable obstacle. I will overcome. I will succeed. And as terrified as I may be of success, I'll find it anyway. Because fears are only overcome when you face them. I tackled a huge fear when I went on stage on a cold (I think) February Thursday evening at a comedy club open mic in the Lower East Side and told 5-minutes worth of jokes about nothing but pornography (much to the she-grin of my girlfriend; sorry babe). 

If a nervous, anxiety-ridden dude from the second largest city in New Hampshire (I think) can come to New York City and make some people laugh while doing some jokes, I think I can handle a little setback like this. Time will tell. And unless I have some terminal illness that I am unaware of or I get hit by a bus in the near future, time is on my side. The world has only gotten a taste of the WordNerd. There will be much more to come in the near future. Especially on this blog.

I do still have a month left. So this isn't a final good-bye to my home of the last 16 months. Not yet. But the day is coming soon. And I think I'm ready to say see you later, New York. Good-byes are too final. Good-byes are too permanent. This isn't a good-bye. It's an adios-for-now, but I'll be back soon.

Unless NYC spirals into the crime-ridden cesspool of violence and destruction that wracked it during the 80s and early 90s. Then I might not be back.