Trust I need every minute of every day. It is not so easy. To be brutally honest, I can workout like a race horse, but I am not so good at manual labor. I was born and raised in the NYC area. I know a lot about art, dance, music, and ethnic food. I am passionate about people and their stories. Connection is the force that drives me. I am a healer. It is a gift, not an ego driven performance.I still know the subway system. Great stuff but, not so practical. I hate to admit this, but I am not very competent at tasks that require extensive labor and focus. I am a wimp, I get overwhelmed and feel incompetent. I have the loss of hope, the needle in the haystack despair syndrome. I get discouraged and I an not ashamed to say that I need big time help. Hurricane/flood destruction houses require work, patience, and vision. I just didn't learn that in NYC. It is just the way the way that it is. So...here comes the fierce working squad, Daysi, Mariko, and Harriet. They just do it. They are not afraid of mold, dirty stuff, enormous tasks and letting go. I get to be a beginner of a different sort. Day in day out, baby steps to climb to the top of this mountain. Building my new life brick by brick.
Okay FEMA, I get it, no extended hotel stay, housing allowance, compassion for loan reject. How about an allowance for a little Botox and filler? My shameless vanity
would like my evolving new insides to match my weary little face. Don't be disappointed, we all have a little extra growing to do with the ego stuff. Not ready to give it up 😎