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  • as a producer my job was to make it happen- whatever 'it' happened to be. i measured my success precisely when the director yelled action. the hustle-bustle would pause, energies would focus, and everyone i hired was actually doing their job. this was a good day- and that was a brief sigh of peace. this was my favorite moment, and it had become the only thing i enjoyed.

    and then slowly, even that moment wasn't enough.

    on my biggest commercial job i was standing on this [pic] rooftop in soho, it was the coldest day in march, my crew was stellar, and i was finally running the show. the agency was content, the director was spoiled for choices- this was supposed to be the moment i relished. and it just wasn't enough.

    a decade in nyc had come to an end. what i had once loved had gradually become toxic for me. it was not soon after a search for a deeper connection to people, a community, and love took hold of me.

    it's 1.5 years later. i am studying to become an acupuncturist, living is sf, and deeply in love.

    all i needed was a rooftop to see my view.
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