Periodically, I resolve to say "thank you" for something every day. It was part of my new year's resolution to do it, and write it down everyday...I did that for about 3 months, but I do still remember to lift up a silent "thank you" MOST days!
However, today I thought I'd send out some of those THANK YOU's to the ether...or wherever this internet goes :)
Thank you for plenty of work, and work that I love (most of the time). I know that times are particularly rough right now, and I am so grateful. Thank you for my sisters, who have exciting things going on left and right, and make me proud. Thank you for my beloved, and for almost 4 years of loving, and standing side by side. Thank you for an incredible family of friends, all strong, peaceful, beautiful people. Thank you for beautiful family who share my blood, and all the memories we carry together. Thank you for bringing me to a place like Colorado, full of all of nature's glory. Thank you for a steady stream of guests in our home, and for the ability to buy our own house this year, beginning the creation of a warm home to offer up. Thank you for books borrowed and lent, and the exchange of knowledge. Thank you for friends lost along the way, for all of the strength and goodness they've offered to enrich my life. Thank you for a wide world to explore and enjoy. Thank you for art, particularly, of course, for theatre to open our eyes, and feed our souls. Thank you for all the excitement of new babies, and new unions that the future is holding. Thank you for an exceptional adaptation of Maurice Sendak's WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE by Spike Jonze, and for a night off to share it with beloved. Thank you for cell phones and the internet which are frustrating and sometimes feel overly complicated, but which do keep me connected to so many dear people. Thank you for a full, busy life, and for moments of peace to keep us grounded. Thank you for our darling kitty, Tres, for the laughter and joy that he brings our home. Thank you for a refrigerator full of food, and for the lack of want that has always surrounded my life. Thank you for the simple joy of a cup of coffee first thing on a cold morning. Thank you for my trusty car, Morgan, for holding up for so long, and seeing me through more than a few adventures. Thank you for live music, and dancing your ass off; letting your spirit sing out. Thank you for my rich montage of memories, and the lessons they offer up to me. Thank you for humour, and wit, and most of all, for laughter. Thank you for the gift of good health. Thank you for the long line of babies, children, and young people that life has provided me. Without them, I would never get out of my head. Thank you for almost 30 years of a gorgeous life, and to the ones ahead...as many as there may be, and full of mystery, Thank you.
Well, that sure feels good. Thank you for reading.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
In my life...
My friend died - 16 years ago today. He was 16 years old. He's been gone now for as long as he was on this earth, and I was lucky enough to know him for most of the 16 years ago. He was my brother, three years older than me - uber protective. The closest thing I've ever known to a brother.
The things I remember about him are: he was funny- we laughed all the time, he always let me ride with him on church trips, he loved his mom and dad so much, and when he was around his 6 year old sister - well, she was the apple of his eye. He was serious, and genuine, he cared a lot about things and loved a lot. Northwestern was his dream school - he'd wanted to paint the NW in purple paint on the walls of his bedroom at the cabin he and his dad were working on renovating the day that his car crashed. I spent a lot of time at that cabin with his family, and the family of friends that we created afterwards. His absence was always there. He wanted to be a doctor, he would have been a great one. He loved to be outside, and on stage. He was an actor, singer, athlete, band geek, choir nerd, and churchgoer. He kept me involved in youth group, and he was a little afraid of my dad. He was the only teenager that my mom would let me ride with. He was the only kid I knew who had his own telephone line at home. Fall days always make me think of him because of the day that 5 of us went horse back riding at my folks place.
On the day he died, I got a call from my friend Ashley. I was watching Full House and had just gotten home from riding lessons. I told my mom, she didn't believe it, so we started calling folks from the church. I spent most of that week at Rie Rie's house, or she at mine. We all talked on the phone a lot, when we weren't together. It rained at the funeral, it rained most of that week. Rie and her mom came over the next day, we made cheese quesadillas and cleaned out my mom's car. One night I woke up in the middle of the night, put on my jeans and stood outside in the rain crying. When my mom and I returned home from the funeral, Tears in Heaven played on the radio. "The Green Room" - the club that we'd all started to benefit our local theatre still met - although we just cried together. The friends that I had then will always be so close to my heart. Some of us have lost touch, some of us have lost faith - but in my heart, we're all still those bereft teenagers, and all that I have is love for those kids.
In the years to come we would meet at his grave. Some folks brought guitars - we decorated the site with little mementos of our lives, things he would have liked, or should have been a part of. I went there byself quite a bit, just laid down and chatted with him. Had he lived, perhaps we would have grown apart, perhaps he wouldn't always have been my older brother, perhaps I wouldn't have called him in college, when I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life, or when a romance went awry. But I hope I would have.
Jeremy was a good kid. He would have been a good man. I miss him, and my love goes out to everyone who knew him, everyone who missed the opportunity to know him - and all those bereft teenagers out there.
The things I remember about him are: he was funny- we laughed all the time, he always let me ride with him on church trips, he loved his mom and dad so much, and when he was around his 6 year old sister - well, she was the apple of his eye. He was serious, and genuine, he cared a lot about things and loved a lot. Northwestern was his dream school - he'd wanted to paint the NW in purple paint on the walls of his bedroom at the cabin he and his dad were working on renovating the day that his car crashed. I spent a lot of time at that cabin with his family, and the family of friends that we created afterwards. His absence was always there. He wanted to be a doctor, he would have been a great one. He loved to be outside, and on stage. He was an actor, singer, athlete, band geek, choir nerd, and churchgoer. He kept me involved in youth group, and he was a little afraid of my dad. He was the only teenager that my mom would let me ride with. He was the only kid I knew who had his own telephone line at home. Fall days always make me think of him because of the day that 5 of us went horse back riding at my folks place.
On the day he died, I got a call from my friend Ashley. I was watching Full House and had just gotten home from riding lessons. I told my mom, she didn't believe it, so we started calling folks from the church. I spent most of that week at Rie Rie's house, or she at mine. We all talked on the phone a lot, when we weren't together. It rained at the funeral, it rained most of that week. Rie and her mom came over the next day, we made cheese quesadillas and cleaned out my mom's car. One night I woke up in the middle of the night, put on my jeans and stood outside in the rain crying. When my mom and I returned home from the funeral, Tears in Heaven played on the radio. "The Green Room" - the club that we'd all started to benefit our local theatre still met - although we just cried together. The friends that I had then will always be so close to my heart. Some of us have lost touch, some of us have lost faith - but in my heart, we're all still those bereft teenagers, and all that I have is love for those kids.
In the years to come we would meet at his grave. Some folks brought guitars - we decorated the site with little mementos of our lives, things he would have liked, or should have been a part of. I went there byself quite a bit, just laid down and chatted with him. Had he lived, perhaps we would have grown apart, perhaps he wouldn't always have been my older brother, perhaps I wouldn't have called him in college, when I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life, or when a romance went awry. But I hope I would have.
Jeremy was a good kid. He would have been a good man. I miss him, and my love goes out to everyone who knew him, everyone who missed the opportunity to know him - and all those bereft teenagers out there.
Monday, September 14, 2009
psychic psychosis
I've been quite a psychic here lately. Mostly petty little things - a song I haven't heard in a while pops into my head, then I get in the car and there it is...stuff like that. And very lucid dreams. Weird stuff...mostly it's just intrigued me...made me curious to see if it's something I might cultivate.
But a bestie said an important thing to me today. She said that those things are signs from your body, from your subconscious, from the universe - that you know what's going on. You know what's going to happen. You can trust yourself.
Can I?
But a bestie said an important thing to me today. She said that those things are signs from your body, from your subconscious, from the universe - that you know what's going on. You know what's going to happen. You can trust yourself.
Can I?
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Really? ...or how did I end up here?
Tonight I went in for my first official night at a new retail job. I was pretty excited, granted, it's retail - but it was going to be fun - I was just sure. My "official dress code" requires me to wear all black. Which I did, except for the infernal shoes. I wore this terrific pair of little red ones that a dear friend costumer just found for me at the thrift store. Okay...yes, I was testing things. I always do that...in high school on the night before I date I would always do something like dye my hair purple. "So, you thought you liked me huh? What do you think of me now!?" I suppose is the theory... Yes, I was testing things. And they called me on it. Which, I suppose is alright.
HOWEVER...here's how things went down, and dear readers - I am furious with how things went down. So I leave job #1 after scarfing down a Lean Cuisine steam bowl. First of all...seriously? I'm trying to eat right, which is normally a delight - tonight's meal was not...but with new job (job #2) I'm only allowed one fifteen minute "off the floor" and I'm slated to be there until midnight, so I figure, "suck it up, you'll be glad you ate later." So, this morning, I pack my lunch, AND my dinner and I head off for a twelve hour day.
Back to the story at hand...so I leave job #1 and head towards job #2. First of all, finding the parking lot in the blinding light of Colorado sundown was a pain in my a**. I finally find something, put my $3 in the box and head in to work. So I get there, and it's just like the factory I knew it would be...I put my stuff in my locker - folks leaning up against them, dressed in their "all black" like the good little sheep that they are... and I proceed to check in.
"
There they are - my bosses and they're looking me up and down. The woman says, "do you have black shoes?" To which I respond, "Oh, no, I'm sorry - is that a problem?" "Yes, you have to go home. What's your name?" I tell them, then the woman barks at me again, "We need a working phone number for you. Your phone doesn't work." "Really," I think to myself, "because your office called me 3 hours ago to REMIND me that I have to come to work?" As if I ever needed to be reminded that I'm supposed to be at work. Don't they know that I am a work horse? I KNOW I'm supposed to be at work. Then the man tells me that he won't hold it against me, they're overstaffed tonight anyway. And there we have it, gentle readers. I'm dismissed. The security guy looks at me and says, "uh-oh" as I leave.
And the thing is - I get it, I should have worn black shoes.
Nevermind that I stand behind a counter. Nevermind that I am really, stupidly good at retail. Nevermind that I needed this job to get me through the two months between teaching gigs (in another three weeks, i'm picking up two more jobs and I won't care...but today, I care). And I wanted to tell them to F off. That I don't need their stupid job. But I do. So now I'm just hoping that they'll put me on the schedule for next week, so I can go in and smile a lot and sell some of their stuff.
And what I'm wondering is, how did I get here? I had a promising future. BLAH.
I'm going to go have a glass of red wine and pretend like all this "job" nonsense is just that!
HOWEVER...here's how things went down, and dear readers - I am furious with how things went down. So I leave job #1 after scarfing down a Lean Cuisine steam bowl. First of all...seriously? I'm trying to eat right, which is normally a delight - tonight's meal was not...but with new job (job #2) I'm only allowed one fifteen minute "off the floor" and I'm slated to be there until midnight, so I figure, "suck it up, you'll be glad you ate later." So, this morning, I pack my lunch, AND my dinner and I head off for a twelve hour day.
Back to the story at hand...so I leave job #1 and head towards job #2. First of all, finding the parking lot in the blinding light of Colorado sundown was a pain in my a**. I finally find something, put my $3 in the box and head in to work. So I get there, and it's just like the factory I knew it would be...I put my stuff in my locker - folks leaning up against them, dressed in their "all black" like the good little sheep that they are... and I proceed to check in.
"
There they are - my bosses and they're looking me up and down. The woman says, "do you have black shoes?" To which I respond, "Oh, no, I'm sorry - is that a problem?" "Yes, you have to go home. What's your name?" I tell them, then the woman barks at me again, "We need a working phone number for you. Your phone doesn't work." "Really," I think to myself, "because your office called me 3 hours ago to REMIND me that I have to come to work?" As if I ever needed to be reminded that I'm supposed to be at work. Don't they know that I am a work horse? I KNOW I'm supposed to be at work. Then the man tells me that he won't hold it against me, they're overstaffed tonight anyway. And there we have it, gentle readers. I'm dismissed. The security guy looks at me and says, "uh-oh" as I leave.
And the thing is - I get it, I should have worn black shoes.
Nevermind that I stand behind a counter. Nevermind that I am really, stupidly good at retail. Nevermind that I needed this job to get me through the two months between teaching gigs (in another three weeks, i'm picking up two more jobs and I won't care...but today, I care). And I wanted to tell them to F off. That I don't need their stupid job. But I do. So now I'm just hoping that they'll put me on the schedule for next week, so I can go in and smile a lot and sell some of their stuff.
And what I'm wondering is, how did I get here? I had a promising future. BLAH.
I'm going to go have a glass of red wine and pretend like all this "job" nonsense is just that!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Some things I've learned...and some things I'm still learning...
Proving myself to anyone only proves that I don't know myself.
I have great hair!
There's actually just about nothing that's impossible in this world.
You never know what's next.
The best gift that you can give anyone is trust...trust in them, in yourself...the ability to be trusted.
Love IS all you need.
No matter how much I work to deny it, I LOVE and really kind of need coffee.
It turns out, you may not really need the things you think you do.
I may be just a little bit psychic. We might all be. I'm interested in cultivating this.
I have three best girlfriends - cumulatively, they make who I am obvious.
I have one best friend - he makes me happy to be who I am.
Saying "yes" to an opportunity makes me very happy!
Perspective is the carrot I chase...sometimes it's close, sometimes not so much...I'm working on it.
There's very little in this world that a good cup of tea, a bath, a massage, and a smoke won't make better.
Peanut Butter and Jelly really is the best!
I carry all the people that I've known with me - and that makes me stronger.
Grief cannot be objectively quantified.
I am capable of so many more things that I ever thought possible, and I am learning that more and more in every moment!
...I'm trying to get back into the habit of blogging...but lately, it's been more listing than blogging...but then again, you never know what's next!
I have great hair!
There's actually just about nothing that's impossible in this world.
You never know what's next.
The best gift that you can give anyone is trust...trust in them, in yourself...the ability to be trusted.
Love IS all you need.
No matter how much I work to deny it, I LOVE and really kind of need coffee.
It turns out, you may not really need the things you think you do.
I may be just a little bit psychic. We might all be. I'm interested in cultivating this.
I have three best girlfriends - cumulatively, they make who I am obvious.
I have one best friend - he makes me happy to be who I am.
Saying "yes" to an opportunity makes me very happy!
Perspective is the carrot I chase...sometimes it's close, sometimes not so much...I'm working on it.
There's very little in this world that a good cup of tea, a bath, a massage, and a smoke won't make better.
Peanut Butter and Jelly really is the best!
I carry all the people that I've known with me - and that makes me stronger.
Grief cannot be objectively quantified.
I am capable of so many more things that I ever thought possible, and I am learning that more and more in every moment!
...I'm trying to get back into the habit of blogging...but lately, it's been more listing than blogging...but then again, you never know what's next!
Sunday, August 2, 2009
The Year Before 30...
Only about 7 and a half months to go until I'm 30. But who's counting, right?
Actually, I'm pretty excited about it - I think I just keep getting better, and life certainly keeps getting better, every minute and every year. However, it is a strange sensation to recognize that in only a few short months, that illusive decade, "my 20's" will be over. How I thought I would never reach it...and then, just like that, it's over. Of course, I recognize that all of this pressure and symbolism is purely culturally based. We're taught that our 20's are supposed to be some time of wild debauchery and equally, of settling down and starting down a path. In truth, I think our 20's is just another set of 10 years to try out being human.
All that being said, it's still weird. 30. I think I'm gonna like it there. But in the meantime, a few lists.
Things I did not do in my 20's that I thought I probably would:
get married
have a baby
go to grad school
quit smoking
Things that I did do in my 20's:
Graduated with an undergrad degree in acting, magna cum laude
Got arrested
Moved back to MS, lived with my grandfather just before he died
Spent several months unemployed
Buried both my grandparents
Saw my parents divorce
Had my heart broken
Took a road trip for a month by myself
Began teaching
Moved to Chicago
Fell in love
Moved to Colorado
Bought a house
Started a company
Went to Europe, twice
Went to Las Vegas for the first time
Stood up for my two best girlfriends when they married their loves
Directed lots of my own plays, and got paid for it!
Anyway, there's a little taste. And hey - there's still 7 and a half months! Who knows what I might do in that time! WHOHOO!
Actually, I'm pretty excited about it - I think I just keep getting better, and life certainly keeps getting better, every minute and every year. However, it is a strange sensation to recognize that in only a few short months, that illusive decade, "my 20's" will be over. How I thought I would never reach it...and then, just like that, it's over. Of course, I recognize that all of this pressure and symbolism is purely culturally based. We're taught that our 20's are supposed to be some time of wild debauchery and equally, of settling down and starting down a path. In truth, I think our 20's is just another set of 10 years to try out being human.
All that being said, it's still weird. 30. I think I'm gonna like it there. But in the meantime, a few lists.
Things I did not do in my 20's that I thought I probably would:
get married
have a baby
go to grad school
quit smoking
Things that I did do in my 20's:
Graduated with an undergrad degree in acting, magna cum laude
Got arrested
Moved back to MS, lived with my grandfather just before he died
Spent several months unemployed
Buried both my grandparents
Saw my parents divorce
Had my heart broken
Took a road trip for a month by myself
Began teaching
Moved to Chicago
Fell in love
Moved to Colorado
Bought a house
Started a company
Went to Europe, twice
Went to Las Vegas for the first time
Stood up for my two best girlfriends when they married their loves
Directed lots of my own plays, and got paid for it!
Anyway, there's a little taste. And hey - there's still 7 and a half months! Who knows what I might do in that time! WHOHOO!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Thank you notes and other niceties...
I've made a new resolution for myself these days. I'll admit, I've been a tad grouchy. Which has actually been a rarity for a while now. I believe that my New Year's resolution to say "thank you" for something every day has really taken it's toll on my cynicism. As a result, I've been pretty chipper of late.
But not this past week. In the past week I have been a downright grump. Crampy and worn out sure - but that's no excuse. SO - I have resolved, that whenever I am feeling particularly unkind or pessimistic, that I will attempt to combat that feeling by doing something nice. Putting something good out into the world. I owe the world some goodness. Thursday was a particularly grumpy day. I stopped by a bakery on the way in and brought treats for work. That helped.
The thing is, I REALLY, REALLY like being nice. I know that well behaved women rarely make history, and I know that being nice is not nearly so important as being smart, revolutionary, provocative...etc... but I don't think that being nice means you can't be those things as well. And being nice makes me feel really good.
BUT...(there's always a caveat, right? the duality of the world, I suppose) I am discovering that it's not quite so selfless as we'd like to let ourselves think. I like being nice. I like knowing that someone's day is a little brighter, or a little easier... I also like knowing that I did that. I like the thank you. Now, I'll defend myself a bit by saying that I don't need a gift, or a big explosion of emotion - but I do really need a thank you. I kind of thrive on thank you's.
It's interesting to me that 100 years ago when people had basically two ways to say "thank you" that they did it, religiously, as an art form. Letter writing, the thank you note - an intrinsic part of society. But now that we can text, call, facebook, myspace, twitter, email, snail mail, im, or say it in person...we forget to say "thank you". Or...we're embarrassed, or don't know how to accept kindness from one another, or something.
And I'm guilty myself. As I write this, I'm thinking of 4 or 5 people that I need to say "thank you" to right now. Seriously folks - think about how good it makes you feel when you just get a casual "thank you" tossed your way at a burger joint...now imagine if your friends or family said it to you, right after you took a minute or two out of your life to do something nice. Wouldn't that make you feel GREAT! So do it.
Say THANK YOU!
I'll be a little less grumpy if you would ;)
But not this past week. In the past week I have been a downright grump. Crampy and worn out sure - but that's no excuse. SO - I have resolved, that whenever I am feeling particularly unkind or pessimistic, that I will attempt to combat that feeling by doing something nice. Putting something good out into the world. I owe the world some goodness. Thursday was a particularly grumpy day. I stopped by a bakery on the way in and brought treats for work. That helped.
The thing is, I REALLY, REALLY like being nice. I know that well behaved women rarely make history, and I know that being nice is not nearly so important as being smart, revolutionary, provocative...etc... but I don't think that being nice means you can't be those things as well. And being nice makes me feel really good.
BUT...(there's always a caveat, right? the duality of the world, I suppose) I am discovering that it's not quite so selfless as we'd like to let ourselves think. I like being nice. I like knowing that someone's day is a little brighter, or a little easier... I also like knowing that I did that. I like the thank you. Now, I'll defend myself a bit by saying that I don't need a gift, or a big explosion of emotion - but I do really need a thank you. I kind of thrive on thank you's.
It's interesting to me that 100 years ago when people had basically two ways to say "thank you" that they did it, religiously, as an art form. Letter writing, the thank you note - an intrinsic part of society. But now that we can text, call, facebook, myspace, twitter, email, snail mail, im, or say it in person...we forget to say "thank you". Or...we're embarrassed, or don't know how to accept kindness from one another, or something.
And I'm guilty myself. As I write this, I'm thinking of 4 or 5 people that I need to say "thank you" to right now. Seriously folks - think about how good it makes you feel when you just get a casual "thank you" tossed your way at a burger joint...now imagine if your friends or family said it to you, right after you took a minute or two out of your life to do something nice. Wouldn't that make you feel GREAT! So do it.
Say THANK YOU!
I'll be a little less grumpy if you would ;)
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Having trouble focusing...
It doesn't rain but it pours, right? Lately my days seem to be that way - either I'm so productive that I barely recognize myself - or I'm a total wreck, completely unable to focus on any one thing or get anything more complicated than the bed making done. Luckily, I've had an awful lot of the productive days lately...unfortunately, today is one of the more *wreckish* days. Not that I'm not in a glorious mood, because I am.
Had a meeting this morning with a gentleman. The meeting went very well - actually, the news was better than expected...and it looks as thought there might be some great changes in 2009! Sorry, I'm going to refrain from being any less cryptic than that at the moment, in the hopes that I don't spoil something by talking too much about it! However, suffice it to say - I'm very excited...I'll keep you posted when we know more!
Yesterday I downloaded a free trial of some graphics software from the web and created a pretty great looking seating chart for Curious. I know that miiiight PERHAPS not sound so exciting to all of you - but I'm thrilled. It looks pretty decent for a girl who had no idea what she was doing...and I just love doing things I've never done before.
Let's see - because I'm having difficulty focusing today...here's a list of those things that I love.
1. Apparently, I love lists
2. I love Brian
3. I love my family
4. I love my friends - old and new, close and far away - I love picking up with someone like it's been no time at all since we were together - i love long chats
5. I love the mountains. Seriously, I had no idea they would do this to me. I love the mountains
6. I love plays...everything about them.
7. I love museums...pretty much any museum...there's so much to learn!
I REALLY love the Mall in DC...seriously, for a museum lover...seriously!
8. I love an active, passionate debate - about anything really
9. I love dancing
10. I love live music - particularly the Irish kind...but I'm not terribly particular
11. I love the way my new cat purrs when you pet him, but requires that all loving be on his terms...I love this about animals, less so about people ;)
12. I love an outside music festival in the summertime - the Sunflower Blues Festival and Jazzfest take the cake
13. I love my mom's friends
14. I love costume jewelry
15. I love painting (rooms, chairs, tables, etc...not portraits or anything fancy like that)
16. I love a colorful bouquet of balloons
17. I love outside barbeques
18. I love the way I think I look in my leather jacket, driving my mustang...it's not really who I am at all...but I sure dig that image
19. I love getting really really dirty and tired and then taking a long hot shower
Had a meeting this morning with a gentleman. The meeting went very well - actually, the news was better than expected...and it looks as thought there might be some great changes in 2009! Sorry, I'm going to refrain from being any less cryptic than that at the moment, in the hopes that I don't spoil something by talking too much about it! However, suffice it to say - I'm very excited...I'll keep you posted when we know more!
Yesterday I downloaded a free trial of some graphics software from the web and created a pretty great looking seating chart for Curious. I know that miiiight PERHAPS not sound so exciting to all of you - but I'm thrilled. It looks pretty decent for a girl who had no idea what she was doing...and I just love doing things I've never done before.
Let's see - because I'm having difficulty focusing today...here's a list of those things that I love.
1. Apparently, I love lists
2. I love Brian
3. I love my family
4. I love my friends - old and new, close and far away - I love picking up with someone like it's been no time at all since we were together - i love long chats
5. I love the mountains. Seriously, I had no idea they would do this to me. I love the mountains
6. I love plays...everything about them.
7. I love museums...pretty much any museum...there's so much to learn!
I REALLY love the Mall in DC...seriously, for a museum lover...seriously!
8. I love an active, passionate debate - about anything really
9. I love dancing
10. I love live music - particularly the Irish kind...but I'm not terribly particular
11. I love the way my new cat purrs when you pet him, but requires that all loving be on his terms...I love this about animals, less so about people ;)
12. I love an outside music festival in the summertime - the Sunflower Blues Festival and Jazzfest take the cake
13. I love my mom's friends
14. I love costume jewelry
15. I love painting (rooms, chairs, tables, etc...not portraits or anything fancy like that)
16. I love a colorful bouquet of balloons
17. I love outside barbeques
18. I love the way I think I look in my leather jacket, driving my mustang...it's not really who I am at all...but I sure dig that image
19. I love getting really really dirty and tired and then taking a long hot shower
Friday, February 13, 2009
Percolatin'
It's been a wee bit since the last time I wrote...and I certainly don't have anything deep and profound to say. I've found that that's often the case when my world is as ridiculously busy as it is right now...this is the time for action, and lots of it. Later on, once I've had a little time to gargle all these new experiences, THEN, perhaps I'll be able to see something interesting in it all. Currently, all I can see is the next step in front of me.
So - here's the update - and maybe I'll get back to you with reflections on the same later! This week has been an exciting, exhilarating, and wild ride. Most importantly and excitingly - B.loved's birthday was yesterday! He's 35 years old now, and better than ever. We met just over 3 years ago...on January 31, 2006. I certainly wasn't looking to fall in love with him - but there he was, and what could I do? The first two birthdays I've known him for, I couldn't physically celebrate with him - but the last two we've been together for, and I look forward to so many more. There's not much that I enjoy better than celebrating that beautiful man! AND...tomorrow is our 3 year anniversary from our first kiss. AND...tomorrow is his Opening Night for LOVE SONG at Paragon Theatre. It's going to be a really amazing show, I've read the script a few times and really dig it, it's quirky, and hopeful, and really really beautiful I think. Paragon's a Denver Company I really like, and can't wait to celebrate this great week by watching his great show! Come check it out - running through March 14!
On top of all that - RABBIT HOLE, the production that I assistant directed (under the amazing indominatable Christy Montour-Larson) is closing on Saturday. I get to watch it one more time tonight. The uncomfortable theatre phenomenon...after all this work, time, and love - this piece of art is going to be over. However, there's plenty of things to put my mind to - I'm the props designer for the Curious production of EURYDICE by Sarah Ruhl - which has proven to be a tad more challenging than I thought. But the show is going to be stunning and I'm proud to be a part of it...and the challenging stuff just means more growing, right?
Speaking of growing, I'm also taking an improv class once a week at the Denver Center Teaching Academy. I've never ever taken even an hour of improv, and I'm scared silly. But surprise, surprise! It's turning out to be a blast...again, challenging...lots of growing going on these days - but it's a nice break from everything else, a moment to just clear my mind for a couple of hours each week and only think about the moment at hand...and play!
I'm working more hours at Curious - in addition to the box office, I've also been assisting our Marketing Director - mostly sending out emails and working on our new website...check it out at www.curioustheatre.org. AND, I've been teaching a lot these days...in addition to the 4 hours of classes to the wee ones that I teach each week, I've also been subbing a bit for a friend - which is always fun...
I remain committed to traveling more this year (although as yet, I haven't spent a night away in 2009)...I miss a lot of old friends, and find that it's so easy to get caught up in the routine of putting one foot in front of the other...next thing you know you're another year older and what have you got to show for it? So, in the works is a St. Louis trip in March...then on my birthday weekend, B and I have promised each other a mini getaway. Also - a trip to Chicago needs to happen, and back to MS...on top of that are some weddings I'd love to get to - and something grande and wonderful for B and I to do for each other!
2009 has had a lot of death in it. No death so very close to me really, but surrounding me - every where I turn there's just a little nudge, a reminder. I'm trying to just note that, and keep it in mind. I think there's something important for me there...as yet, I'm still percolating. In the meantime, I'm sending out big love and comfort to all those people around me who HAVE been closely touched by it already.
So there it is, all the news that's fit to print. Brightest Blessings to all of you out there, and as always, thanks for reading. Thanks for caring!
So - here's the update - and maybe I'll get back to you with reflections on the same later! This week has been an exciting, exhilarating, and wild ride. Most importantly and excitingly - B.loved's birthday was yesterday! He's 35 years old now, and better than ever. We met just over 3 years ago...on January 31, 2006. I certainly wasn't looking to fall in love with him - but there he was, and what could I do? The first two birthdays I've known him for, I couldn't physically celebrate with him - but the last two we've been together for, and I look forward to so many more. There's not much that I enjoy better than celebrating that beautiful man! AND...tomorrow is our 3 year anniversary from our first kiss. AND...tomorrow is his Opening Night for LOVE SONG at Paragon Theatre. It's going to be a really amazing show, I've read the script a few times and really dig it, it's quirky, and hopeful, and really really beautiful I think. Paragon's a Denver Company I really like, and can't wait to celebrate this great week by watching his great show! Come check it out - running through March 14!
On top of all that - RABBIT HOLE, the production that I assistant directed (under the amazing indominatable Christy Montour-Larson) is closing on Saturday. I get to watch it one more time tonight. The uncomfortable theatre phenomenon...after all this work, time, and love - this piece of art is going to be over. However, there's plenty of things to put my mind to - I'm the props designer for the Curious production of EURYDICE by Sarah Ruhl - which has proven to be a tad more challenging than I thought. But the show is going to be stunning and I'm proud to be a part of it...and the challenging stuff just means more growing, right?
Speaking of growing, I'm also taking an improv class once a week at the Denver Center Teaching Academy. I've never ever taken even an hour of improv, and I'm scared silly. But surprise, surprise! It's turning out to be a blast...again, challenging...lots of growing going on these days - but it's a nice break from everything else, a moment to just clear my mind for a couple of hours each week and only think about the moment at hand...and play!
I'm working more hours at Curious - in addition to the box office, I've also been assisting our Marketing Director - mostly sending out emails and working on our new website...check it out at www.curioustheatre.org. AND, I've been teaching a lot these days...in addition to the 4 hours of classes to the wee ones that I teach each week, I've also been subbing a bit for a friend - which is always fun...
I remain committed to traveling more this year (although as yet, I haven't spent a night away in 2009)...I miss a lot of old friends, and find that it's so easy to get caught up in the routine of putting one foot in front of the other...next thing you know you're another year older and what have you got to show for it? So, in the works is a St. Louis trip in March...then on my birthday weekend, B and I have promised each other a mini getaway. Also - a trip to Chicago needs to happen, and back to MS...on top of that are some weddings I'd love to get to - and something grande and wonderful for B and I to do for each other!
2009 has had a lot of death in it. No death so very close to me really, but surrounding me - every where I turn there's just a little nudge, a reminder. I'm trying to just note that, and keep it in mind. I think there's something important for me there...as yet, I'm still percolating. In the meantime, I'm sending out big love and comfort to all those people around me who HAVE been closely touched by it already.
So there it is, all the news that's fit to print. Brightest Blessings to all of you out there, and as always, thanks for reading. Thanks for caring!
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