In 2nd Grade I wanted to be a First Class Steward... At 5th Grade a Physical Therapist. In middle school they interrogate with "What do you want to be when you grow up little one? Make lots of money!" It was then a plan between being a Pop Star in flashing lights or an Officer of the law...
None of that was pursued...
But I must admit, that the immoral amount of creativity, excitement, and personal fulfillment in choosing a life in the arts is unsurpassed. Not only has dance allowed me to understand my human condition (thus far) and my own independent revolution, but it has liberated me from most cerebral bondage of what the ideals of a "Good Life" should or shouldn't be. But this Life has been and is already Great. Not everyone can admit a passion in lifestyle within their employment. Though, the Rich gets richer and as the Poor get wiser, the Artist will always be awake and alive enough to understand and withstand the differences.
(at home in Los Angeles)