A Happy Birthday

I hit it.  It's a familiar feeling, one that I cherish.  The one that says, wait... maybe you're not living your life yet.  The one you're meant to live.  Maybe being an actor isn't the end game.  Maybe being in NY isn't the right place.  I got excited at the prospect of doing anything that makes people this united and happy:

In Denmark, a bus-and-street full of people wished the bus driver a happy birthday.  It was important enough for them to stop their day, coordinate something, and do it.  I want to be a part of stuff like that.  Always.  The NY Theater scene gets me feeling uncomfortable, like the wrong things matter.  Wrong for me.

Good to note.  I'll listen to my bliss (of which this is a part) and do my best to follow it.