I strutted, yes strutted down Grant Street today in three inch heels to my agents office four floors up a beautiful early nineteenth century building feeling free. It is the third week with my nanny looking after Gracie (only two days a week) and this is the first time I actually had a good excuse to pull on my skinniest black jeans and dust off my ankle boots and head into town for a meeting. Dropping my mother off at Pier 33, she was off to explore Alcatraz, I tore through the streets music blaring, Foo Fighters fitting the mood and attacking the steep hills I arrive in Union Square. Walking the short distance to my agents I almost feel a pang of guilt for leaving Gracie at home, pathetic really, truthfully I feel fantastic! Its incredible how just one or two days off a week can bring about a change in a mothers psyche, freedom!
I practically sung my script into the mic and in about three takes I was done. Skipping down the street a quick stop in Betsy Johnson to buy a cute grey Pom Pom hat ( well it was cold!) a coffee in Starbucks and that was that. That was all that was needed, one afternoon to feel me again. I collect my mother who had tales of a Solitaire Bridge game inspired by one of the prisoners and I was yearning for my daughters high pitched squeal of excitement to see her mummy, a damn good day.
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