Sometimes things don't work out the way we planned. And sometimes that's a very good thing.
I came out to Los Angeles with the intention of putting in a couple of months of freelance work, then turning around and heading back to Miami. That was the plan. It's not anymore. Since arriving two weeks ago, the work and the opportunity have piled up exponentially, friends old and new have embraced my older-and-slightly-wiser ass, and I've felt a burst of energy and momentum that I haven't known in years. Bottom line: What started a couple of months ago with finally finding my footing after years of pain and depression has evolved into, believe it or not, a little happiness and honest-to-God optimism.
I've needed to get a life for quite a while -- and damn if I didn't find one in the last place I ever expected.
So that's it. I'm staying in California.
Anybody wants to know how I am, I can finally answer: I'm good.