I think the word "impossible" really doesn't exist in a New Yorker's vocabulary (except maybe when it comes to finding an affordable apartment with good sunlight and in-unit laundry). The city itself reflects that kind of "anything can happen" existence: an openness to all kinds of beautiful possibilities. Serendipitous and seemingly magical things happen every day here, whether that's running into a friend you haven't seen in 5 years on your subway car or passing your favorite opera singer on the street in your neighborhood. This is a place where you will really never be a big fish in a little pond, which can make one feel quite anonymous. That can be equally lonely and liberating. But as someone who has been painfully self-conscious and self-critical at different points in her life, I absolutely love that a moment of embarrassment or so-called "cringe" in New York City feels so much shorter and less significant than embarrassing yourself in, say, a town where everybody knows you and gossip is the preferred local pastime. It seems counterintuitive because the arts and entertainment world here is the big leagues, but really, people are buzzing with their own inspiration and projects and busy-ness that nobody really has time or interest in worrying too long about you or your flaws or mistakes. That makes it so much easier to try new things, to make bold choices, and to take risks, which are essential for the survival of the inner and external artist. There's endless room to evolve. I've performed on Broadway and with Hugh Jackman at Radio City Music Hall, but have also fallen in front of approximately 40 people in the subway station and have done a dance audition with a mysterious stain on the back of my leggings I wasn't aware of until long after the audition ended. New York has given me true showbiz glamour and true cringe...and I'm still standing! I feel unstoppable!