It’s been a year, friend.
… A good one.
I’ve not much to complain of, as it ticks it’s last hours away. And when I do think of something, I remind myself that I’ve my family, friends, health, way to pay the bills, and theater.
…What the HELL do I even have to bitch about, ey?
Tonight, (the busiest party one of the year), I’m spending at home in my pj pants, with five “children” (three, adopted), a bottle of wine, reminders of the past year, and an entire movie library before me.
…It is, in a word: delicious.
Nothing wrong with dressing up and doing the town red, but…nothing wrong with staying home with a too expensive bottle of wine, candles lit, comfy…warm…writing notes to friends which I think might be witty (three-quarters of a bottle in) but might prob’ly be not. Never mind. They will love them and me anyway.
(…Ain’t I lucky?)
The answer is: I am.
Whatta year. Hell of a stretch creatively. Friendships born and grown. Adopted foster children, (in the form of fish and two frogs) as Cecil departs for studies abroad. The BFF visit, short but of weight and importance and life-blood resuscitation that it always is. Dates with The Fella, to talk of all things. Marty Christmas blitzes still to follow.
…Still trying to relinquish the last vestiges of what playing an animal in children’s theatre, over the Holidays can do to an adult frame.
…Satisfyingly counting up the vast array of roles I got to tackle n’ play this year.
New friends. Family times. Even (yes) blogging days, when you all reminded me, after a drought of not posting, how important this relationship…OURS…here, is.
It’s been a good year. But then, I had reason to believe (at the beginning) that it would be.
2014 will be different. Artistically: much more improv-based. In that I don’t know much of what is to come…or even of what is out there waiting for me.
…And we all know how awesome I deal with that…
…But even so: I have faith.
Faith.
…And I don’t believe in “accidents.”
So there is that.
And here am I.
…Finishing a tiny slip of a post, watching foster frogs dance in a water ballet, between sentence typing.
…Before swapping out bluerays, and tackling another favorite film, paired with these cheeses and an excellent vino.
Happy New Year, friends and creative family!
May yours bring all things of wonder and joy!
~D
