In fact, its the complete opposite.  7 years ago I was enthralled by a person.  An idea.  An image and persona I had built up in my mind and heart for someone who was never truly any of those things.  I allowed myself to tear down my walls and let someone in.  And that was my fault, because the whole time I knew better but I didn't want to believe my gut.

But I knew.  So I moved to Los Angeles, as scared as anything and anyone ever, and I had to figure out what to do.  Who to be.  And I was afraid and lonely and I didn't know how or if I could go on.  And then something happened.

I woke up.

The journey I've been on the last 7 years was never about running from or trashing something.  It was me, having to finally recognize that I like myself, and I admire myself just as much as anybody else should, if not more so.  I have done so many amazing things these past 7 years and I have met so many people that mean so much to me and I wouldn't trade any moment, of any day, or any experience - good or bad - for a second of time more with someone who never appreciated me an ounce of the love y'all have shown.

I have been broken, beaten, down and out, happy, sad, insane, blackedout, a stand up comic, a good friend, an enemy, loyal, lenient, in awe, in love, in discourse, and a million other things these past 7 years. 

To ever person I have met on my Journey.  From My fellow Nancies, to my SoCal family, to my Houston brood, back to my New York famiglia; You.  Each and every one of you is the air I breathe.  The love that lifts me up and the wind that lifts me above insurmountable feats.  To each and every person in my life, thank you.

From the very bottom of my heart, thank you.  Because without your love and support and appreciation, I would have never truly believed how amazing I am and how its because y'all allowed me to find myself, on my own time and in your own ways.  Without you, I don't know where I'd even be...