Monday, March 23, 2009

just a little update

Not much to say really. I'm really excited about Spring starting to arrive in Chicago. I guess I look forward to the adventures I'm imagining for Spring/Summer.

Taking Max to the zoo or the museums, Cubs games, wandering aimlessly and exploring new things, lots and lots of improv.

It's weird. I have no regrets in life. I mean, you just can't. Whatever it is that's happened, it's helped to shape me into who I am now, and who I will eventually come to be, so I can't look back and wish that I hadn't done something.

But there is this part of me that feels revitalized. I don't think that I was ever "missing out" recently. But I think I arrived at a point where I knew that it was time to move forward and discover things about myself that I need to know. I guess I just started to think that I was stagnating, which was no one's fault. It was just life.

I feel like I'm finally starting to come into my own...at least on a deeper level than before. The last time I found myself in this position, I was young, stupid, and rebellious. But now? Now I feel wiser, a little less stupid, and not rebellious, but curious...in a healthy way.

I've found new hobbies, and have discovered a balance between going out and enjoying my own company...and my jammies. I've started watching more movies, and challenging myself to try new things. I've put more energy into my work, and have set bigger goals for myself in that respect.

I've decided to dive head-first into improv, learning and doing all that I can because it's one of those dreams I let fall by the wayside because I thought my circumstances wouldn't allow me to do it. I don't care if I'm good at it or not. I enjoy doing it. It makes me happy. And doggone it, I am having a ton of fun. I'm also starting to trust myself and stay in the moment more because of it.

But I'm rambling. Point is, it's springtime, I'm looking forward to it. Also, I like cheese.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

i've come to realize...

That I soooooo cannot hang like I used to. But, actually, I'm fine with this. Don't get me wrong, this weekend I had a BLAST; however, 4 days of staying out til the cows come home was a little much.

But fun.

But still, a little much.

I guess it was just something I needed to get out of my system. Push the limits. Break my routine.

Shake things up, etc. etc.

I think from now on, however, that if I go out til really late one night, it's probably the only night I won't be in bed by midnight. Because I'm too old *lol*

I will also be seeing a lot more improv. Chicago's full of it, and I've realized that watching other people do it only makes me want to be successful at it in some capacity, that much more. Plus, it's a shit-ton of fun, and I think it's in my blood. I guess it sort of makes me feel a little more alive. Or, in other words, I'm quite passionate about it.

Now I'm rambling. In short: one late night a week is about all I can handle these days. And I'm cool with that.

Now to tend to the chores. Woo hoo.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009