Oh the places we'll go....

Today was my first official day with the New York International Latino Film Festival. I embodied Ms. Carrie Bradshaw, wore my heels, carried my mac and that's where the glamour ended... heels in Soho are just not a good mix. The cobble stone is not a heel wearers friend, and the mac, plus the weight of the rest of my body didn't help either. However, like the true fantabulous female that I am-- I kept it moving. Head high, smile wide.

I love the location of the office, can't wait for it to be warmer to walk around after work. Will visit De La Vega's store more often, perhaps he grunts less and says more. Perhaps.

I got to join in on the walk through for two of the theaters we will use for the festival. I fell in love with the SVA theater (which I didn't even know existed). I look forward to the hectic days. (Watch me blog about the craziness later and how I need to remind myself to breath). But busy is good, especially now.

The vibe of the women I will be working with seems just right. I get the feeling I will learn a lot from them, and not just about my next career moves, but about life in general.

The ironic thing about this next move in my life, is that last year I went to see this amazing film called Please Don't Let Me Drown, at their annual Dominican night-- and I fell in love with the whole event. I thought to myself, I have to work for these people. Some how. Some way... and here I am.

Ah how time passes. This is my 199th blog entry! I know my last few entries have been very sad. But I believe in shedding things away, and the easiest way to throw it out into the universe is on this screen. A huge thank you to all my girls who have been keeping me sane, listening to me be a girl. Now that I got a taste of love, I look forward to having it again. Hopefully it stays around. Period. Perhaps.

So on a happy note, brighter days are ahead. I feel it in the wind.

Phoenix Rise

::Men themselves have wondered::

::what they see in me::

::they try so much::

::but they can't touch::

::my inner mystery::

::When I try to show them::

::they say they still can't see::

::I say::

::It's in the arch of my back::

::The sun of my smile::

::The ride of my breasts::

::The grace of my style::

I am a woman. Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.