Twenty-Something Renaissance This is me growing into myself.

"It can get hard sometimes, but I like it. The City keeps you hungry."

We were on the D headed up top after watching a hometown girl win over a New York crowd. We'd spent the last few hours listening to music talking to people who didn't know anything but dream-chasing. It was my first time meeting Chris, but his statement made me feel like we'd had this convo before and we would have it again. We were two Oakland kids who'd taken to calling New York home. The Town taught us hustle, but The Big City made us apply it.

If you plateau in this city, you will perish.

I think that's why my sleep has been off.

A crazy combination of stress, restlessness, and inspiration keeps me up at night. It's more inspiration than anything. And the restlessness is usually because someone or something has inspired me so much that I'm thinking, "What eff am I doing with myself?" When I do fall asleep, I get ideas and I have to wake up to write them down. My collection of random sticky notes with 3 to 4 words that will some day be a complete sentence has increased. At least once a day I quote Kanye's "I Wonder":

                                                              or Goapele's "Closer":


I've gathered that there is something about being on the verge that makes sleeping difficult. When you've accomplished so much that you get hungry because you're finally closer to what you really want...

Talking to Chris I realized that my hunger is increasing by the minute. It's that intense almost there type of hunger. Like when you know you want something to eat and then you smell it and go from hungry to starving.

Yeah that.

I'm feeling like I'm on the verge of something. On the verge of something big. Maybe my "Blue Sky."