img_7299Regardless of what part of the planet I reside on… there is always a circle of some sort around me, holding me up.

In the instance of New York City, there are two fine gentlemen – one originally from the Bronx, the other from Brooklyn – who have essentially been carrying me around over the past month while I grieved the loss of another (not to mention favorite) love.

Love is for suckers.

This morning, I was on the phone with one of my boys at 5.30am when the other buzzed in… these are the people who check on you. Neither one of them ever saw me cry before this and they spent the past few weeks watching me tear and heave.

I’m going to buy each of them an ice cream this weekend, it’s well deserved.

I had a tremendously productive morning. I watched the sunrise with the puppies. I did two loads of laundry, washed the dishes and cleaned my kitchen. I’m about to walk to Hell’s Kitchen with my favorite furry creatures to cop some incense.

Now that the crying part has concluded, I’m in the “do stuff stay busy do stuff” part.

I’m studying a few different things and working on my novel. I’m decent at staying occupied. More importantly, I’m really lucky to have the people around me who come in and out of my life. I wouldn’t be where I am or who I am without them.