My career has been my craziest adventure.
I realized I need to work. I need to be creative. As much as I have angst and anxiety, when I'm idle, it's even more. I have to keep moving. Otherwise, I catch up with myself.
My kids are growing up and it's hard to accept they are their own person and they're independent.
I can't complain about my career, that's for sure.
You know, before I would think, my cab driver hates me. Now I think my limo driver hates me.
