I'm sick. Dammit. And right when the new year is beginning and I was prepared to hit the ground running with excitement and energy. ...But all I want to do is curl up with a Yogi tea and mouth breathe.
In all seriousness, though, I gotta kick this thing quick. Check out the January lineup, my friends:
Jan 14- Show at Gowanus Ballroom, "Hope..."
Jan 19-21 Potentially filming a Short (meeting about this on Wednesday)
Jan 28-Pilot Season Workshop
Jan 30, 31- Scene nights with The Unknown Artists
with rehearsals and hella memorization in between. Whew!
So I gotta put the beat down on this this cold business so I can get moving. It's always a weird time of year - the first weeks of January. Everyone has this motivation to make changes and jump into a new year with resolutions and promises and intentions (oh my!), but at the same time it's hard to get moving after you've spent days stuffing your face with party mix and peppermint brownies while staring at this:
|Lincoln and the Christmakkuh Tree|
While my Holiday was more lentil curls and hummus than party mix and brownies, I did have a nice time at home (and don't knock the curls 'till you try 'em. They are bomb...not to mention fiber filled and protein packed...) My Holiday break consisted of family, and friends, and cooking. So much cooking. Cooking a shit load (... and that's a measurement of amount. It's not that I was cooking actual loads of shit...for the record). You see, my family's health is sort of messy right now. So, in addition to cooking enough food for all, I was especially concerned with making it a healthy Christmakkuh this year (shocking, I know...).
All my gifts this year were health themed: Matcha Green Tea and Michael Pollen's "Food Rules" for my bro, workout clothes and "The China Study" book for my pops, and a health mag subscription and seated boxing workout video for the Ma to be done while recovering from a gimp foot. While home, I took my Dad wandering through the daunting new Whole Foods in town, showed him some good picks at the local Trader J's and somehow found time to take a few naps, drink too much at a holiday party, shop at the Super-Target and hang with a few old friends.
|My Becca. The best Nurse/friend in town.|
Trips home, however, are always a little confusing. I deal with an odd combination of feelings: the comfort of being where you grew up mixed with the complete unease of feeling so out of the loop in this place that was once so familiar. People are different, places are different, I'm different. I don't know intersections anymore or directions, I have to ask if our destination has parking (Lord knows what would happen if I was asked to parallel park these days...), and everyone is older. Which is scary.
By the end of my trip I was antsy to get back to my life. I tend to get both anxious and completely exhausted when I leave the city.
So here I am- back in my town. Ready to take on 2012. ...or ready to get ready to take on 2012. I'm not into making super definite resolutions right now. Maybe it's because I spent the year making pretty big changes and decisions for myself that I don't need the date to dictate my need for a rebirth...or maybe that's a little convoluted and it's just that I'm so hopped up on cold medication that I can't see past my next bout of REM sleep at the moment...
Either way, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna kill 2012. I may not be feeling super "go-get-'em!" right now, but I know me. I'll come around.
Happy New Year, my friends. Eat well, be well and for goodness sake take Vitamin C. Now. ...if there's any left at the Duane Reade.