The Hungry Caterpillar

So, it's Spring and I'm just feeling different .
It's the bogs of winter undressing, there's been enough soul searching just give me a day at the beach. I wrote you a letter , I will not share on the blog. But I wrote you , yes you, who's out there , you who I haven't met yet. I'm choosing to take my heart out of the frozen food section for some time. I'm choosing to let my day unfold as it will , regardless of me, I'm choosing to tap into the vast ocean that is floating me along. I'm choosing to trust my gut even if I think I should push. I'm choosing to eat cake more , even though sugars not good for me, I'm choosing to mess up enough be human again. I'm choosing to speak up in the elevator that we ride together because you could just be those words that change everything. I'm choosing to trust even when it sucks even when they don't take cash. I'm choosing to look at what I do want , instead of what I don't. I'm choosing to ask for bigger things things I didn't think I could ever have things only the real game players got to have. Guess I'm choosing to be in the game.

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Wow I don't keep up on my blog. I get distracted bye all there is here. Staying focused on one thing is nearly impossible, I'm learning I'm experiencing severe growing pains. Like the ones I felt in middle school when my thighs started to stretch and my chest grew larger and sore. I know it's detailed, but only because I remember that feeling of stretching skin. It's the same feeling I experience when I learn lessons.
So today was a DAY . Drove to Boston was wait listed 5 hours for an audition I did not make it into the room for. I flew back to the Berkshires for a yoga class no one came to, and from there attempted my 6 mile run as it started to rain I lowered it to 2 miles. I must say this day was not up to me, and If I had been in charge it would not have happened the way it did. As my friend Katie said this morning; " You know when something's supposed to happen it's just easy." That is usually true. Today I believe was supposed to happen , but it certainly did not happen the way I imagined. Maybe I was supposed to meet two angels , enjoy a chai tea across from BU, or maybe I was supposed to sit outside that room and watch actors come in and out and see what I've chosen to call my work, or maybe I was supposed to force myself to the brink so that I could let myself cry from exit 11 to 9 on the mass pike and just get rid of the blues I've been milking for the past week. Let's keep it easy for today.