Why on earth did I say out loud I was going to post every day during November?
I am picturing thousands of others with the same thought, although they are all involved in NaMoBloPo (NaNoWriMo actually…I made up the other acronym for a place holder and am leaving it there instead of fixing it. It makes me laugh). THOSE nuts are writing a freaking novel this month. Jeez, at least I kept my ambitions small.
However last night I saw a tweet, followed the link and found this….
I felt like Lois Lane being rescued by Superman, though in this case I am thanking god for that Superwoman, Brene Brown!
Of course, as brilliant as this idea is, I am going to have twist it. and make it mine.
I have never shown myself to be ANY kind of a photographer on this blog, so a photo a day? Not so sure about that. I mean, I have an iPhone and I can use it, but I’m not sure how creative I can be. And I am also wrestling with the photo idea because this blog is so anonymous and pictures might destroy any mental picture you might have of me (good or bad, I don’t care….have at it! I am anything you want me to be!) . I also don’t want to put up pics of my son or my friends, I am very uncomfortable with all of that. So I have to think a little on that. My great blogging friend Sassy takes part in a 52 photos (one a week) challenge on her blog and she is so creative about it, turning every prompt on it’s ear (or ass), and I think I’m too literal for that to work for me. But I’m sure there will be some photos.
I might have to play around with the order of these prompts also, because if I’m not feeling one or need a little more time for another well, let’s just say I may not be exactly orderly in my approach.
And, of course this blog will appear on November 7 anyway, which means I am already a day behind. Also, I fully intend to go back and forth with this idea, using it when i want or need to so that it might take me a little longer than 14 days to do it all, because:
MY blog. My rules baabay!
I will throw this challenge picture in every time I undertake a photo/song/story involving one of those 14 ideas up there however, and number them, so that I can have at least a LITTLE accountability and credibility. That is the least I can do for finding this and breathing the huge sigh of relief I did that 14 (FOURTEEN!!) days out of 30 will now be covered. I don’t know how well or creatively they will be covered, but I am grateful for the help from the Universe!
And now I am going to do one, and a picture at that! (whoo-hoo!)
I’m going to finish my story about the great Pippin snit with an update. I went, of course. And the play was a lot of fun, it felt really good to see a musical again (I really have avoided them side Tom died). And, while I was fine there alone, I have to say that there was a lot missing, and not just my husband. I go and see a lot of plays alone, no problem. Movies, fine. But a musical is just so much better when shared, when you can talk about it afterwards. Right now I want to talk about it with someone and I can’t. I want to laugh about all the musical theatre kids walking around singing songs from the show, and how, when there actually was a sing-along in the middle of the show the whole place erupted with song. I didn’t sing…I bet I would have had I not been alone though. Alone I felt, I don’t know…a little lost, in a way that I don’t at a regular play. But I laughed and clapped and people-watched and had , overall, a good time. And I’m glad I went. It was important for me to do it, it made me feel vulnerable and open to whatever feelings I might have and that’s good for me. And it re-iterated the fact that I need to ASK people to do things like this with me, and I will. Absolutely!
So I am going to call this one Number 16…Vulnerability. The picture I am putting here doesn’t look like that, but it is. Showing my wink in yesterday’s post was vulnerable for me, and tonite I have another one. The picture is the cover of the Playbill and beside it a page I tore out of it, the page that had a picture of the interview subject inside.
Those who know will see the picture and, well, they will know.
For the rest of you, Tom looked a lot like Nathan Lane. He was mistaken for him quite a few times. Right before he died he had been flying back and forth to New York, auditioning and getting called back for a role in the touring company of The Producers.
When I sat down in my seat, awkwardly alone, I immediately opened the Playbill to read. Guess what page I opened to?
Never alone..” we’ve got magic to do”