My therapist says I’m a very good storyteller.

And my first thought was, “how can I monetize this?” Could I possibly make her pay me????? Could I get a job out of this skill? Could I consult with other patients who want to make their therapists laugh? In NYC this might actually be a viable career path.

In case you’re wondering, the story I told Dr. F. was about seeing a Sandra Tsing Loh play recently that made me realize I need to go back to work. Like NOW. Sorry, Sandra, but that play was truly traumatizing. Like WTF , you used to be really funny. And now there’s a play with a bunch of old women whining about their place in the world and singing the Mary Tyler Moore song? I literally spent the next day looking on Linked In for a job. ANY FUCKING JOB THAT WOULD BE WITH PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF SIXTY.

To be fair, Mary Lou Henner was pretty good, but maybe that’s because she looked great, and was the only character who seemed to have a life worth living past the age of 50.

OK enough about the play. Go see for yourself if you really want to, but now back to me.

My options:

1. Volunteer — most of my friends keep using this word.

2. Return to Europe, specifically Paris, and take more French lessons.

3. Stay here in New York and look for a job similar to what I used to do and resign myself to getting up at 5:30 AM until I literally drop dead.

4. Take a class in shoemaking at the 92nd St. Y. Yes, that is really a class there.

Right now I’m feeling a little Scarlett O’Hara, and will think about it tomorrow. In the meantime, they finally finished the freaking walkway on the East River outside our window. It’s really cool but yesterday someone already didn’t pick up their dog poop. C’est la vie en New York City.

A bien tôt !