Showing posts from June, 2017

Cry me a River.... of DONUTS

I have been struggling this week.

As awesome as the Ren Faire was (and as glorious as this sunburn is), this week has been.... lacking.

I think compounded on my internal issues is the guilt I feel in feeling bad at all. My issues are pretty minor in the grand scheme of things, and there are people (hell, friends) who are in much worse shape with much bigger problems.

But... you feel what you feel, and adding guilt on top of the feels you feel certainly isn't going to help anything, is it?

And if you followed that, you get a gold star.

Work has been slow this week. And by slow, I mean sssllllllllooooooowwwwwwww. As amazing as May was (once of my best months to date), June has been the opposite. It's the nature of the business, and I know this. I also know that when the tourist-appropriate business are booming, the local resident-based businesses slow down. I'm now in the latter market.

The upside is that it has given me more time to write and focus on the more desk-based si…

We'll Meet You at the Ren Faire

Well, we won't because it already happened. But now you know where we were this past weekend. We're both sunburned (my lines a little more creative than Best Guy's considering my costuming), but overall we had a great time.

This year, our regular drummer got called away on family business so Best Guy was kind enough to allow me to rope him in to playing. Of course, he had no experience with Middle Eastern rhythms, but why allow that to stop you? By all accounts, he nailed it. And it was wonderful having him with us all two days.

And now... some highlights.  Because our normal photographer/videographer was playing the drums this time, we had to rely on the kindness of strangers, so to speak. I can't seem to figure out how to get these videos to play here, but if you click on the links they will take you directly to the videos on the relevant home pages.…

No More Apologies

Well, except when I do something wrong, of course. Then, once I get over the indignity of being told I am not the 100% perfect creature I am in my own mind, I will apologize.

What I am done apologizing for is my unique idiosyncrasies that make up my personality. All those quirks that put me just outside societal norms and dictates? Yeah. I'm owning them. They're me. And let's face it, I've made to 43 with the vast majority of these things, so they're not something I can just "work on" and will into complacency. They are who I am. I like who I am.

So no more apologies.

I like to swear. I'll try not to do it 'round your kids but I can't promise anything. Look at it this way: at least they're learning from a Master.

I am a planner. I have a clear understanding each morning of how my day is going to go. I can't guarantee how flexible I can be on any given day; it depends on how much I am cramming into it. So, if you try to change my daily …