Unsung Sheores. Blessed. Teaching.

It's 4:08 pm and I am at home writing. I am in a production coming up called Unsung Sheroes. I'm honoring V Kali. So I'm working on that piece. I was anyway. Now I'm preparing to leave for a meeting with Center Theatre Group an acting group I'm working with until February. I'm posting in this blog today because I haven't in some time. And with the new year I'm trying to be more consistent with it. I haven't really set New Year goals, not really. I do plan to be more active in my life. It seems like I'm floating right now. Floating from project to project and not really excited about any of them. I mean, I'm excited, but not really lit up. I'm not on fire happy. I want to be. I'm not though. The good news is that I'm not depressed either. I'm just here. Here is a blessing though, because I've been there (if you know what I mean) and there sucked. I'm not in a sucky place. I'm here. I have enough to keep me busy which is good. The fiction class I'm teaching for CLI at USC starts again on Monday and I'm looking forward to that. That's my favorite job right now. Anyway, I'm going on and on. Basically I'm cool right now. I'm healthy, my son is healthy and happy and my family and friends are happy and healthy. I'm blessed.

I've been thinking a lot about how blessed I am since Monday, well I often think about how blessed I am but Monday I taught a poetry lesson based on Tammy Vatai's poem called Stars. Stars is about how Tammy grew up with her three siblings and mother living in a car. They told stories and loved each other and stuck together. The story is told in a very hopeful and positive tone despite the things they went through. I left thinking a lot about that. I want a bigger place for Uraeus and me but the place I have is beautiful and artistic and clean and enough for us. It certainly is not a car. We are safe and eat every day. We talk and laugh. We watch television. I was worried the other day about how the cable was going to get paid. Cable. Cable? When I compare the luxury of cable to living in a car I know I'm tripping. And the cable got paid. The cable keeps getting paid. The rent keeps getting paid. Food stays in the refrigerator and cabinets. I forget sometimes how blessed I am.