Muddling through March

Second day of Spring and it's dreary as the day is long mid June.

In high school March is the most brutal month to get through due to it not having any vacation days to season it, then in college February's the most treacherous stretch of schoolyear albeit succinct with its 28 (occasionally 29) days.

I've come to find that in Manhattan they're both buggers. February flies by in a New York minute but feels long due to the miserable moods everyone's in as they brave the bitter cold, and then March just drudges on. Full of hope at the onset of the month you think it will flutter by and bring Spring sooner than later, but it just doesn't.

Sigh. So my apologies for not being brighter in my March entries - which I've been called on on having failed to do two years in a row now, but I promise this Sister Friend Actress Writer Agent's spirits are high. And if I had to guess, I would say once I've filed my taxes and received my first direct deposit from a full time work schedule in over 2.5 years, I'll have reacquired the pep in my writing step.

In fact, I can even share this exciting connection made with Manhattan yesterday when I was running 8 miles around it... there's a HUGE poster on the side of the Museum of Natural History's library that reads: RENOVATIONS DONE NOVEMBER 2011 and in light of this being my priming year, I smiled for the last 2.25 mile stretch of my run at the thought of posting a similar sign on myself for the next 8 months.

Can't ya just see it?

newsflash:

The Secret repeats the mantra "thoughts are things" and this little plaque is a gift I gave my bambina sorella for Christmas in 2009. My sibs and I do a grab, so you really only have to get one person one big gift instead of gifts for everyone, but I pick up little things for each of them anyway because I feel it's a nice gesture as the eldest of the brood.

Anyway, my family now refers to December of 2009 as some of the Dark Days - I was battling bugs in Hells Kitchen and my bambina sorella was battling a bout with depression in the Center of the Universe. My family's prone to these bouts (thank you genes from the gloomy albeit beautiful, bright and cheery at other times land of Eire), but we're hardly about surrendering to them. We face them head on and charge through towards the light at the end of the tunnel or at the top of the well if you will: exercise, diets, therapy, acupuncture - whatever it takes, we'll invest the time and energy in because, newsflash: The time to be happy IS now.

A few weeks ago, this sister of mine, casually mentioned that she loved the little wall hanging I'd given her, and this morning, sitting at her desk and working from Elsworth for the day so I can see her perform at the fanciest High School on Earth this evening, I can see why. It's the coolest reminder, and she's got it on the wall in her room beside the window in front of her desk, so while she's plunking away at annoying homework or on her guitar crooning unrequited love songs, she's got the option to look up to the right, get the reminder and have the thing her thought becomes be happiness.

Sweet huh?

I had the pleasure of watching the Golden Globes with my oldest friend who was up from DC the other night, and I told her some of the plans I've been rolling around in my mind...thoughts...

"Dream big," she said with full confidence that if I did the dreams would no doubt come true.

And a day later, I got a card in the mail from another fave friend, el presidente of the University Chorale, who I mentioned having gone to St. Ignatius with a couple weeks ago. The girl's a class act. She sent a thank you note to say her stay in NYC on the UUWS (Upper Upper) was exactly what the doctor'd ordered for a perfect start to her year.

And you know what it said on the front?

"Dreams are made a size too big so we can grow into them."

I had my first class at Upright Citizens Brigade last night, so get ready, readers, because this blog and this sister friend actress writer agent nomad princess is going to naturally evolve to be funnier and funnier over the course of the next 8 weeks.

Yes, and the Priming Year is upon us....

December 30th..The Dawn of a New Decade

For me it will be anyway. I will start my new year's resolutions on the 1st of the year, and kick off the race to my prime that morning, commence training for my next half marathon, and pin up a new calendar on my wall.

At dawn on the 30th though, I'm moving for the 10th time in 16 months, and while my lease is only for a year, I'm thinking of it as a doorway leading to stability.