And Life Begins Again…

Easter Sunday, ya’ll!

is it a day of reflection for you? of celebration and thanks? or a day of gathering with family and friends and deviled eggs? is it a day when you get out and grocery shop and run your errands while the rest of the world is at church? is it finally the day you break out the white shoes and clothes? (sorry Tim Gunnn. Just canna do it before!) is it officially spring for you and time to plant beautiful flowers and enjoy?

For a lot of us here at the Circus…it’s a new beginning. For yours truly, the last eight weeks or so have been amazing, creative, and really quite powerful. Creatively, to be back on stage in a full run for the first time in six years has been amazing. scary. difficult. scary. fulfilling. worthwhile… Personally the time has been explosive and expansive. I lost a dream…but gained a Collin! checks and balances. And let me tell ya, that while it’s not an over and under kind of thing…(the best way to get over one man is to get under another) it is a beautiful fit and the hole in my heart is healing. Whole Hearted instead of Hole Hearted. that’s a nice thing to feel…

We closed the show last night. I hate goodbyes. Really of any kind. After strike, which really wasn’t too terrible, I gave Collin a haircut that was NOT circa 1964. then we all said our goodbyes. At the last minute I joined the rest of the crew at the ihop for some LAST late night food. Then home to reflect and unwind. My back is janked so…well I just feel it today. all of it. and I overslept for the 9:30 service so get a bit of a break till the 10:45. I’m leaving for Arkansas directly after so this gives me time to get stuff gathered and get the car full of gas bla bla bla. I’m busy until Tuesday. I wonder if I’ll get the postpartum? I wonder if now that I have time back on my side, if the explosion and expansion I spoke of will crash into me…in a less romantic Dave Matthews kind of way…I feel like with this play that I’ve purged all of my bleagh, like scene six was the cleansing…I wonder what’s leftover in there?
Guess we’ll see.

Gert flew home for working this weekend. I saw her about an hour yesterday when I cut her hair. She’s in the vast vast vast middle of her new life. Week one of chef’s school, of dealing with Mr Big BlahBlah and the fall out of all that at the war bar. She’s working next weekend, so I will be sitting in front of her Saturday night. fo sho.

Joe’s movie got pushed another week, however he garnered a new gig in FRONT of the camera. Details after Monday night comedy!

Change is a bitch, eh? but for the love of Petey Fisk, I’m so glad I’m not the woman I was two years ago. I’m ok with that change. Are you? Are you excited for spring arriving? for what the year holds? I always feel like Easter is The Official Beginning. And not because I can go get myself a big ass sprite zero from sonic because I just started observing Lent last year, but it’s just the door that opens from the gray to the technicolor…welcome back pretty. welcome back.

This play has opened my eyes to the brevity of it all. . . and how it all seems eternal. It was the motivation of my revelation last month, it’s the motivation for this now. I love you.

I love you. I am happy to know you, happy that you are here with me, reading my drivil and wondering if I’ll ever get my shit together. yeah. me too! But the thing is…well…

I love you.

Happy Easter.
Happy White Shoes.
Happy Carbonated Beverages!!!

Welcome back pretty…welcome back.