Day 284-287 Growing Up (Or Not)

Day 284 – This little bit of beauty was a big deal to me:   I turned 31. To say that my thirties have been an, um,  adventure so far is a gross understatement.  Raised as an only child having only met my 1/2 sister 13 years ago, I always looked forward to birthday for the attention and presents. Strangely, I really didn’t want a huge amount of hoopla this year and I think that’s a good thing.  It takes a lot of confidence for me to not want to make a big deal out of what is usually my “super special day”.  Was I overwhelmed by the amount of Facebook comments and Tweets wishing me a great day?  Yes.  It was marvelous.  But overall I was content in myself, which didn’t need outside validation.

Day 285 – One of the reasons why my neighborhood rocks:  After it rains, the reflection of the bright red fall leaves on the trees lining my street make it look like the puddles are made out of pink water!

Day 286 –

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make THEIR eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.

– Lewis Carroll (Alice in Wonderland)

Day 287 – There’s something in the whole “fake it ’til you make it” idea.  I committed to helping my Mom with a community theatre musical she’s directing.  I promised her I’d come up with choreography for a particular dance number.  My dream was always to be a dancer, but I never pursued it… mostly because I don’t think I would have “made it”.  Oh sure, I can dance probably better than most, but I’m nothing spectacular. I equate it to my dropping OAC calculus because I was getting a 75% and didn’t want to bring my average down.  I gave up dancing as my main source of artistic inspiration in favor of the theatre, and finally, directing.  I think I made the right choice.

But still, I had to be a choreographer for the day.  And a good one.  Because my mom is notorious for talking me up.  To some of these people, I’m a big shot director from the Nation’s capital.  To me, I’m just… me.  But I digress.

I was having trouble coming up with choreo, but with a little help from my hubby, I felt inspired.  And when I got to rehearsal the next day, I walked into the room like I was the best damn choreographer there ever was (minus the huge ego, of course) and taught a 4 minute dance number in less than 3 hours.  And these people are “amateurs”!  And I have it on good authority that they choreography stuck!  They remembered it.  They are still having fun with it.

I went in there wanting to give those 8 women the confidence to execute the number with sass and power.  I had no idea that would rub off on me too.

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Day 101-105 – This Too Shall Pass

In honor of the major ICK I had to deal with (and then recover from) over the past 5 days, here is some small beauties:

Day 101 – Mommies… no matter how much they can wind you up, there are times when I realise how lucky I am to have such a supportive family.

Day 102 – Beautiful bit of luck = Having only one of your two children sick at the same time as you. (An even more beautiful bit of luck would have been if my husband wasn’t also sick at the same time, but you can’t win them all.)

Day 103 – Water… beautifully clean, easy to drink, easy to find water.

Day 104 – Home ownership… and being smart enough to buy a place with two bathrooms.

Day 105 – A Breather… finding flowers (weeds?) in my backyard.

Day 68 – Vacation

When I was in the bath tonight, I noticed something. If I lay back far enough to be able to look at the water’s surface, it can seem like I’m in one if those infinity pools showcased in many seaside resort brochures. Gentle blue waves of a pool blending with the ocean waves far off in the distance. I could practically feel the warm breeze and hear the palm tree leaves swaying.

The green rubber frog floating by kind of disrupted the moment, but it was great while it lasted.