Thursday, June 30, 2016

For sooth, A Ren Faire!


Vermont had its first Renaissance Faire in (I think) over ten years this past weekend. The dance troupe I am part of was honored to be part of the entertainment over the weekend. We performed six shows over two days, and gave two "How to Belly Dance Like Us in 30 minutes or Less" workshops.

We had so much fun. The heat was almost intolerable and there was no shade for any of the performers, and certainly none for each of the three "stages" (although we were told early on the second day that this will be rectified for next year). However, we all got through it thanks to ice cream, ice down the shirt and a Water Pixie who would sprinkle us with water from a huge fake flower she was carrying around.

It was awesome.

Here are some pics from the weekend. There is video kicking around somewhere, but unfortunately I don't have access to it as it's from a friend of a friend of an acquaintance who heard that Ferris was in the hospital and it didn't look good.

We particularly enjoyed performing for all of the wee fairies that were about.

This was the second performance of the first day. After all of us nearly passing out
from a 30 minute set, we broke our second set up to include water breaks and solos.

Me and my fellow troupe sister Jenn

This picture includes our traveling drummer Joe. He's the fifth troupe mate.

Courtesy of 4 Seasons Photographies. Ironically, this isn't a full group picture.
It took me a while to realize the person on the end isn't our troupe sister
but rather just a fan who wanted her picture taken with us. Still, it's an amazing shot!

Monday, June 20, 2016

Project 251: Wedding Edition

No, not our wedding. A dear friend (and the maker of my beautiful wedding dress) got married this past Saturday in Tinmouth Vermont. Since it was a 2 hour drive south and we were going to have to spend the night, we decided to knock off a whopping 15 towns. It's a personal record for us. Ironically, we did not get a picture in Tinmouth. There were too many shenanigans to be had.

#51: Salisbury. Because when you see a sign like that, you have to take a picture of it.
#52: Leicester. I think it's mandatory to have a town by this name if you are in a New England  State.
#53: Brandon. This is one of those adorable little towns that actually has a lot going on. We ate at a wonderful restaurant for lunch and there was a cool percussion-focused music store that Best Guy nearly bought out.
#54: Pittsford. Our last stop before checking into our hotel and high tailing it to the wedding. 
#55: Rutland (City). There are far too many Rutlands considering the size of our state.
#56: Rutland Town.
#57: Proctor. We have been constantly amazed by how many towns we assumed would have little more than a boundary sign that have actually been thriving communities. As someone who has lived most her life here, it's sad I am just finding this out now.
#58: West Rutland. Here ends the Rutlands. I have performed at many a belly dance shows in the building behind us.
#59: Castleton. There were probably better signs. But this was more fun.
#60: Hubbardton. We went off the beaten track to discover Vermont's only Revolutionary War battlefield.
Come to find out, my Mom grew up about a mile from it. Small world.
#61: Sudbury. For every surprising town with a thriving community, there is another where this is pretty much all we could find. A town bulletin board in front of an unused schoolhouse from 1826.
#62: Whiting. A tad early in the year for the Airing of Grievances, but when you gotta you gotta. 
#63: Cornwall. 
#64: Middlebury. We stopped here for brunch, froyo and some wandering. Another great little town.

#65: St. George. Holy frak we've reached the end. We didn't think there was anything to take
a picture of in this town. But we found its garden. Yay, surprises!

Friday, June 17, 2016

The Power of Suggestion

I have been feeling pretty good about my state of being lately. No, of course it isn't perfect. But I have been feeling really good about the space I have been in. I feel like I've been able to do all that needs to be done, and still have time left over for family, friends, and fun.

Slowly but surely, other things start to creep in...

How is your business going? Slow, huh? Are you okay with that? Aren't you worried about getting more clients?

Those are your business goals? That's great... (with a look of "oh, child, why are you undercutting yourself so badly? Do you have so little faith in yourself?")

Wow, you are really lucky your husband has such a good paying job. He's so understanding.

Aren't you worried?

Well, I wasn't.


I like where I am and how I'm feeling right now. For the first time in a very long time, my worries and stresses are at a minimum. I am meeting my goals. I am enjoying myself, and I feel a balance in my life I have not felt in a very long time.

But apparently that is supposed to worry me.

Apparently, I am supposed to be slaving over marketing ploy after marketing ploy. I'm supposed to be bending over backwards and be doing crazy things in order to get clients on the table - any client, any warm body, best not to be discerning because you need to have a full schedule now now now!

So even though up until now I've been feeling damn good about things, that damned power of suggestion (projection?) is seeping in. So now, instead of doing things comfortably at my own pace and still meeting all of my goals, I have this urge to push myself further and harder and with an air of desperation.

This is not how I want to run my life. I've been there, I've done that. I do not want to go back.

Yes, I have things to work on. Yes I have things I need to be doing. But please do not project your definitions of success, failure, and panic time on to me.

I am exactly where I need to be. I have no doubt in my success. None.

I am happy.

I am good.

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Monday, June 13, 2016

Does it Feel Any Different?


Maybe it would feel different if we hadn't been living together for over a year. Maybe it would feel different if we were both in our 20's, young and starting out.

But I have to keep reminding myself. Even though it feels exactly the same... it's different. Yeah, I suppose I could keep introducing Best Guy as my partner, as he is. But he is in fact my husband now. Not just in the eyes of the State, but also in the eyes of his health insurance plan which allows spouses to sign up for free.

He's got killer health care.

When we file taxes next year, it will be as a married couple.

When we go out of an evening, we do it as a married couple.

When we go to the hardware store to pick out paint for the second bedroom, it's as a married couple.

We go garage sale-ing on Saturday mornings as a married couple.

I have a brother in law, a sister in law, and a nephew. I have a second set of parental units.

I have introduced him as my husband on multiple separate occasions.

And it still feels freaking weird.

I am married.

What a fabulous, marvelous, wonder this is.

It's taken a better part of a year for this house to finally feel like our home. How long is it going to take for this new thing to feel like a second skin?

I hope it never does. I hope I still feel this amazement thirty years from now when we're both in our 70's, sitting out in our back yard sipping drinks and enjoying a summer evening together.

Crazy, wonderful, glorious days.

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