FLY

I have decided to tip-toe into the world of bourgeoisie. Yes, I consciously, non-impulsively took a big financial hit and I am totally fine with it.

I've decided to take the FlyWheel Challenge. What is FlyWheel? You might ask. Well, it's an incredibly expensive but amazing form of burning a maximum amount of calories while mentally escaping into a room for 45 minutes on a stationary bike where I can close my eyes and the only focus is breathing and enjoying the music.

Due to the lingering issue with my right foot, I explored the joys of spinning this summer when the FlyWheel studio in Tribeca offered us a free month. Super smart, cause not only have I told numerous guests about the studio, but I'm now addicted. C'est la vie. I'm able to push myself to exhaustion with minimal impact on my wee foot. Hoorah!

What does this Challenge entail? (Do you like how I capitalize it b/c it's important?) Anyway, we did get a 28 day eating plan with a super-fance nutritionist. She looks like Barbie but has a realistic approach and seems very practical. I'm modifying the plan based on my budget and schedule. Oh, but I may have won the lottery tonight. One second... Nope.

We also get 16 classes-don't worry I did the math and if I were to buy 16 classes, I'd be spending more than the cost of the challenge. I will not tell you how much each class is because I will not be judged by you! Plus, you can just look it up online if you're very curious.

Very little is ever in my hands. I have a job that tells me when to work, they tell me how much they will pay me, my job is to help other people figure out what to do in the City, my other profession is only possible when other people give me the opportunity to perform for them, I rarely get to act lately and I've been feeling rather sad about that. This is my remedy. If I let myself go down the path of 'woe to me' too long, I start really building up stories about how lost I am. Truthfully, I'm not lost at all. I know this. And I am taking a financial leap with this venture.

"Goodbye, my old friend..."

BIG change in my 'stable' world of work at The Greenwich. My manager and friend, Kai Gilsey, left his post as front office manager. Although a few years my junior, his maturity far surpassed mine in many ways and most his own age, which accounts for his success. He's a man of integrity & vision. His whispery voice & tall, Ken-like features will be missed at the desk... especially by all those middle-aged female guests.

As an actor, I've become accustomed to growing very close to strangers very quickly and creating believable, deep relationships. Then promptly bidding them farewell once the show closes or the film wraps. But my other world, my "real life", I depend on those relationships for support and consistency. It didn't hit me until I was faced with saying goodbye that I realized how much I'm going to miss this guy. These people are harder to lose. We'll try, I'm sure, to see one another but in a city of 9 million, it's more difficult than you realize.

I always thought I'd be the first to leave for a better opportunity. I wish him only good things! Heaven help us at The Greenwich :) Bring on the holiday season!!