I used to work in a restaurant in Little Italy on India Street - and while I would love to write something far more extravagant and beautiful - here's the truth.  That was one of the hardest jobs I've ever had.  Mostly because I never got out of that phase where I was the new person that sucked. I wasn't as young as them, as cool as them, as fast as them.  On a packed Saturday night, I would escape for my thirty-minute break, make my way through the mosh pit that was the line outside to get in, and across the street to a cafe tucked in the corner of a large, twinkle-lit outdoor promenade. It would be cold out & I'd sit there in my infinity scarf (that someone at my work made fun of me for) and drink a lavender vanilla latte under the fancy twinkle lights, my hands freezing, watching people walk by and wondering what it would be like to be out on a Saturday night just for the sake of going somewhere, as it is something I have long forgotten. 

I love the silver lining of this frame - the whole story has a silver lining as I sit here years later, working a 12-hour day on a Saturday night and knowing I can go out just to pass the time but I've got a lot of work to do - my work, for my art, for my business.  I respect that I could have only learned an appreciation for anything by first experiencing its absence. Which is what makes it all so beautiful. Twilo was a club that I used to imagine was a cool place to visit in New York City - but as it turns out Twilo is just what it means for me to find the beauty in the tiny ordinary moments that make up the portrait of this life.