Walking the busy streets of New York is perhaps one of my favorite sports. Pushing my way through the crowds while dodging designer bags like a running quarterback. It is truly frustrating and exhilarating getting from Point A to Point B. Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge is especially overwhelming. I don't know how I've survived these streets the past 17 years. Especially when I don't recognize myself as I charge through the ever-changing NYC landscape. What I do know...I am not alone in the game of Life. Everyone is playing. Everyone is performing. Surviving is an act.