Today I am grateful for:
-NUTS
-getting a new pillow. Extra firm and specifically for side sleepers. :)
-Target
-having lunch with padre.
-Amy reaching out and leaning in. I'm very honored that she trust me to talk about how she was doing.
-Brene Brown
-spending most of the day in bed. Yup. Those days are rare. I felt like a bum, but at the same time I can't recall spending a day like this in a long, long time. I watched a lot of Dexter and played a lot of Candy Crush. Can we say winning? I think so.
-Kat calling me on the phone. Always great to hear from her. She told me a story about Isabella and my mom. It wasn't the best story, but it did however make me feel a little better. The situation she described is something I've experienced time and time again. It was nice to know it wasn't just me, even though it wasn't so nice that it happened. (I'm feeling selfish saying that but I know that is not the case. I'm just going to breathe through that feeling. It's an example of mirroring maybe?)
-Industry night.
-not letting my mess up on stage really effect me. It was a bit of an out of body experience. I messed up one of the lyrics I was singing, I mean just fumbled all of the words around in my mouth. I kind of just stopped and said out loud, "Let me try that again." The audience laughed, which put me at ease. I sang it right and then said, "It was worth it, right?" The audience applauded. During the whole thing could I feel my body get red hot with embarrassment, particularly my chest and face. It was a strange out of body experience, but I stayed with it and got through it. I was definitely shaking afterward. Gettin my release on! Hellz yeah!
-fun improv set. Got to play Carmen Sandiego and a goose. One is my dream, one is my nightmare. Talk about versatile. ;)
-Seeing old familiar faces that I haven't seen in years and years and years at the show. It was surprisingly wonderful to see them. "I'm not a building, I'm a girl!"
-laughter
-my roommate replacing my peanut butter
-the basics
-as always, my friends.
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