On five-year planning, or Empire State of mind?

I overheard someone talking about a “five-year plan” last night.

Quite frankly, I’ve never really had a five-year plan.
I’ve kind of just took care of today as it was happening.
Then I took care of tomorrow when it became today.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Sure, I worked to move up the ladder at my last job and my current one as opportunities arose, and I’ve always had goals for myself, but nothing as concrete as an actual Five-Year Plan.

Lately, though, I have been thinking about my future.
What I want to be writing.
Where I want to be writing it.
Who I want to be writing it for.

From the moment my parents took me in for my first New York City trip when I was a wee lass, the bright lights, big buildings and the living, breathing entity that is that great city have always beckoned me:

– The skyscrapers stretch out like arms to welcome me as I’ve made my many treks in over the years from my Pa. homebase just about an hour and a half away. 
– Its scent – because the city smells like no other – is comforting.
– Its street music – horns blaring, traffic, sirens – and its art of neon lights stretching out as far as the eye can see inspires me in boundless ways.

I may not have been born there, but going into the city has always felt like going home, and I never quite knew exactly why.

Until I realized that my Five-Year Plan has been pushing me closer to that city that I love. To the city that inspires me.

While I don’t know yet exactly where my FYP is going to take me within New York’s five boroughs, I do know that I’m hungry for the planning to fast track.

I’m ready for you, New York.
But the $64,000 question is: Are you ready for me, New York?



About nikkimmascali

I am an editor, writer and New Yorker who has ink for blood and the blog name + tattoo to prove it. Also of note: I follow more dogs than people on Instagram. This is my blog about reading, writing and absolutely no 'rithmetic because I am horrendous at math.
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