Learning to be a Grasshopper

"This is Tex, my personal assistant," Shirley said to the Brooklyn contractor.

Tex was being introduced as Shirley's personal assistant more and more these days, and that was fine by him.  He had been working for her pretty regularly.  They were beginning to build not only a great business relationship, but also a great personal relationship.  One might even call them friends.  Shirley would confide in Tex about her petty drama with her friends, her family history (that happened to resemble Tex's own coincidentally), and even her dear late husband, John.  And, Tex would do the exact same, minus the husband part.

As more and more cups of tea were poured, Tex soon forgot of Shirley's fame and began to view her as a mother-figure that would give him advice on being in this crazy city and being in this crazy business.  He couldn't have been more honored and grateful to have this wonderful woman in his life.

After borrowing Shirley's Burt's Bees on the Q train back to Manhattan, they began to discuss renovation plans for the condo on 95th street.  She had decided to go with the Russian contractor from Brooklyn because he seemed to be the most kind.  The renovations were going to be a lot of work--entirely new kitchen, entirely new bathroom, new walls, new baseboards, new closets, the list goes on and on.  However, Tex knew that he could do it.

Life as a personal assistant was somewhat appealing to Tex.  For the first time in his life, he actually felt like an adult--living and supporting himself in New York City.  Although he wasn't performing at this given time, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.  Deep in the dark, empty pit of his gut, Tex knew he would always have his talents to fall back on.

Now, it was time to start letting his life evolve.  It was time for him to discover who he was as an individual and accept that fate had a plan for him.  He would just have to be patient.