I’m Kelly Rheel. I’m 34, I’m single and I live with my cat in Queens, even though I was supposed to be independently wealthy, world-renowned and living on a yacht in the Mediterranean by now. I’m not really sure what went wrong. It’s possible I got off track when I spent the better part of my twenties being hung over instead of diligently pursuing a career.
I didn’t apply myself then. I’m doing it now instead.
At a comfortable pace.
In the meantime, I’m an esthetician, which is a fancy word for groomer. I like to draw and paint and occasionally slap stuff together with glue. And for the most part, I’m a vegetarian (I try to only eat meat in life or death situations, which surprisingly come up fairly often.) Plus I do a lot of traveling and live in an apartment that I love in a pretty funky neighborhood and I’m not rich or anything but I have a good time most days.
When I take all of this into consideration I have to think that, although this life is nothing like I envisioned it to be, it’s still pretty awesome. So I’ll be happy, as I
tirelessly pursue making it more so.