I didn’t have 6-8 weeks to heal! My life felt like it was hanging in the balance.  In a matter of 30 days, my husband abandoned me, I lost my home, I liquidated our business and, any belief I had in the “American Dream” and “happily ever after”, was shattered.  Then, after my first near death experience in a car crash, I boldly re-located to NYC to start over as a newly-single 38-year old... because I booked this phenomenal gig.  Yes, a blessing amongst the bullshit.