Plowing Through the Long Short Summer
Sometimes I feel like I have so much to say that I can't say anything at all (in pertaining to this blog, and maybe real life too).
The month of July sped by, it feels like just yesterday I was thinking, "Fourth of July, already? Ok, I guess I'll go look at some fireworks." About mid-way through the month I thought, "Ok, NOW I'm ready for the fourth of July." Too late.
I completed several large-scale painting projects this month, hoisted Who Is T. Henry Baudecliffe? into its opening, traveled to Florida to perform with the Available Cupholders, did many other improv shows, hosted a baby shower for my friends Mindy and Brendan, started taking voice-over lessons, taught kids and adults improv, among other things.
August brings some big projects - primarily the Out of Bounds Comedy Festival (which I'm doing all the set design and painting for, in addition to performing in several shows) - as well as the opening of Eris 2035, the closing weeks of Baudecliffe, and I always must leave my schedule open for those surprise gigs that are sure to come up.
I feel like some things spun a little out of control in the busyness of the summer, such as my own peace of mind, and personal daily goals. Thanks to my new medicine I'm getting the stomach issues under control, so now I want to focus on daily exercise and eating well. Then there's the on-going goal of getting my house clean and organized. It seems like whenever I have a grasp on it, things get crazy and I'm away from the house for weeks and it all piles up in the in-between times.
Despite being so busy, I was beginning to feel pretty lonely at times. It seemed strange whenever I felt that, but it was there all the same. I think I wasn't taking the time to slow down as much? Appreciate the moment? Hadn't hung out with some of my besties while they were off taking care of other life-matters. Didn't realize I put so much stock into my closer friends. This is both a nice and frightening realization.
Of course, Roy is always here for me 100%, but you know, he's his own guy, and has his own stuff to take care of too. I need to be more self-reliant sometimes.
I've been thinking a lot about "growing up" lately, this year seems to feel like the year that it's really happening, at least, in all the ways that people think of growing up mattering.
It seems a constant struggle to keep the weight of living well and being responsible balanced with the appreciation and enjoyment of life. If that makes any damn sense at all.
Overall, I'm happy and content, especially as long as I have a veritable mixed-bag of activities and responsibilities at my behest.
The month of July sped by, it feels like just yesterday I was thinking, "Fourth of July, already? Ok, I guess I'll go look at some fireworks." About mid-way through the month I thought, "Ok, NOW I'm ready for the fourth of July." Too late.
I completed several large-scale painting projects this month, hoisted Who Is T. Henry Baudecliffe? into its opening, traveled to Florida to perform with the Available Cupholders, did many other improv shows, hosted a baby shower for my friends Mindy and Brendan, started taking voice-over lessons, taught kids and adults improv, among other things.
August brings some big projects - primarily the Out of Bounds Comedy Festival (which I'm doing all the set design and painting for, in addition to performing in several shows) - as well as the opening of Eris 2035, the closing weeks of Baudecliffe, and I always must leave my schedule open for those surprise gigs that are sure to come up.
I feel like some things spun a little out of control in the busyness of the summer, such as my own peace of mind, and personal daily goals. Thanks to my new medicine I'm getting the stomach issues under control, so now I want to focus on daily exercise and eating well. Then there's the on-going goal of getting my house clean and organized. It seems like whenever I have a grasp on it, things get crazy and I'm away from the house for weeks and it all piles up in the in-between times.
Despite being so busy, I was beginning to feel pretty lonely at times. It seemed strange whenever I felt that, but it was there all the same. I think I wasn't taking the time to slow down as much? Appreciate the moment? Hadn't hung out with some of my besties while they were off taking care of other life-matters. Didn't realize I put so much stock into my closer friends. This is both a nice and frightening realization.
Of course, Roy is always here for me 100%, but you know, he's his own guy, and has his own stuff to take care of too. I need to be more self-reliant sometimes.
I've been thinking a lot about "growing up" lately, this year seems to feel like the year that it's really happening, at least, in all the ways that people think of growing up mattering.
It seems a constant struggle to keep the weight of living well and being responsible balanced with the appreciation and enjoyment of life. If that makes any damn sense at all.
Overall, I'm happy and content, especially as long as I have a veritable mixed-bag of activities and responsibilities at my behest.