2005: MWM

Read Candyfreak. MWM. It made me laugh.

I like reflecting. Especially when I can clearly see that the coming year is going to be a lot different from the one I just lived. Less than a month. I have started packing. More news on that little adventure some other day.

This year had happy beginnings in Deadwood with some of the best of the beloveds. It only got better.

Mountains Were Moved. By those around me. She's up and running. 93? 94? 95? No one seems to know for sure, but it’s up there. Strength I only hope to know.

By me. Something clicked, performance-wise. I feel stronger as an actor, somehow. I hope it’s true. I’m as mentally and physically powerful as I’ve ever been. I credit much of this to yoga. My emotional rigidity has softened, but with that came a strength of another sort. I cry more easily, sure, but I like those tears. They remind me that I’m human, that I care enough to care. I’m tougher than ever, boys and girls. Try me.

Men With Music. The three who were nearest to my heart in 2005 are music maniacs. They write, they play, they live for it. Their passion is beautiful and contagious. They broadened my musical horizons, for which I am ever grateful, especially since I’m the type who keeps the same ten CDs in her car for months at a time. I’ve even started playing the guitar and writing crappy songs. Three more and I’ll have to start a band of my own. I’ve decided that I’m 100% behind the local musicians, whether they play tunes I'd normally listen to or not. I’m in your corner, folks. There’s little that would make me as happy as shelling out $60 to use binoculars to see you play and telling the fella sitting next to me that I used to watch you sing for six people at a small-town bar, whether you remember my name by then or not.

On another note (ha HA), I cherished my singing lessons from a very talented lady. Thank you, Erin.

Messages Were Mixed. The poet had me spinning, but January '05 and the current state of things were well worth the vertigo. I’d twirl again for that.

Speaking of spiraling, I've witnessed the beginnings of what seems to be a downhill version, the first I've really seen since middle school when bad choices were trendy. When the bottom gets hit, we hope to arise better.

Mayo Was Magnifico. We were still running high on the energy from the success that was Hedwig. I laughed with all the dearest. I graduated from college. I went to Italy. I started my summer-long job as a scenic painter at one of the prettiest and most special places on earth. Ah, May. I knew then how precious those days were, and I cherished them. Somebody once said, “Some memories are better than anything else that will ever happen to you.” While I hope that’s not true, I know that if it is, May is one of those memories.

Mistakes Were Made. I just don’t remember what they were.