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My memory has never been the best.  Faces, names, situations, all escape me with time.  Numbers and trivia survive a little better.  When I do look back on the past, certain events act as road markers,  making a clearer path.  It’s the changes that stand out. I’ve been back in New York about 2 and a half years now (I started at Tabla in August ‘06…) and the days run together in a blur.  I have a schedule that I follow - I know where and when I must be, snapping around as if moored by a rubber band.  I don’t make it to class as often as I should, for this reason - I can’t exactly skip a day of work. I’m on the cusp again.  I need to change.   Change jobs?  Change habits?  I need a new road sign with which to punctuate 2008, and make this era memorable. Most reading this know of my aspirations to open a wine bar, and some know how close it is.  Very close, and paradoxically, far.  Is this going to be the stratifying agent of change (with my apologies to Barack)?  Yes, IF, it furthers my real goals, whatever those might be.

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