"How Old Are You?"
Is age just a number? + Touring Updates
Tour Update
Well…traveling right now appears to be kind of crazy. I’ve decided to cancel my remaining tours. Spring might be my favorite season in New York (don’t tell fall!) so I’d like to be here as much as possible to really soak up the much-needed sun. If you had been wanting to see me, but saw that I would be touring, this is your sign to reach out and snatch up those few extra dates while you still can.
Even though I won’t be touring, I’m still happy to fly to you! If you’d like to book a FMTY (fly me to you) or TMTY (train me to you) please reach out! You’re also always welcome to visit me here in NYC.
“How Old Are You?”
We had just sat down on the couch, exchanged a few pleasantries, when we abruptly asked, “How old are you?”
The question made me laugh because I’ve had a few people ask me that recently, more than usual. A handful of times it’s been with clients, a few times in my personal life. Something must be in the air!
“I’m thirty-three,” I replied.
He balked, “Really? You don’t look thirty-three! I would have thought you were twenty-seven or twenty-eight,”
And that’s how it’s gone every time. I tell people my age and they seem surprised and generally throw out the same estimation, which is roughly half a decade younger than I am now.
