I no longer need my office.

• I accepted an in-house gig with one of my clients (see paragraph four)
  
• I am moving to a ginormous loft in New Jersey (read the last sentence)
  
• I realize I am entrepreneurial, but not an entrepreneur (see point five)

Is my evolution your gain?  Peut-etre; here’s the deal:

Fabulous Office Available in Flatiron District

• Take over the lease, or sublet month-to-month
• I pay $1,790/month; so do you (no markup)
• I invested $6,000 in improvements; I am not passing those costs on to you
• Right across the street from the Ace Hotel / Stumptown / The Breslin

This is a great raw space with

• Gorgeous views of The Empire State Building and The Gilsey House
• 450 usable square feet
• Fantastic light
• Proximity to the N/R, PATH, and more

Located at 29th and Broadway, this is a great space that I honestly love, but know that someone other than me will be able to make more of it than I can.

Interested? Email me and/or call (317) 4 - ANP - ANP / (317) 426-7267.

The godawful part of a track meet is hovering post-”Set!” and pre-”Go!”.  Oh, starter pistol, please go off and release me from this bundle of possibilities.  Let me explode out of these starting blocks and hurtle myself towards the finish line.  Let me go.

Perhaps it is the spring weather, perhaps it is the continuous and delightful deep enjoyment I’m humming to with regards to my career (is it not delicious to feel connected to what you are doing and also understand how it weaves into the larger narrative of your professional life?  yum), perhaps it is the dance of the universe which has me juggling multiple real estate balls and multiple state income taxes and ambiguity.

Je ne sais pas, but there is a part of me that wishes I could say je sais. Que sera sera my ass; I am ready for the rest of my life to begin, already, and I want to set these boxes of crap that tie me to yesterday’s dreams aflame.  I want to be liberated from the starting blocks, I want to go.

All of which is to say, I wish I knew where to live.