It's nice work if you can get it....

Here we go again, y'all. But this time, I won't promise to be better at posting. Anyone who has attempted to follow this blog with any regularity knows that I went my entire run with #idiot3point0 without posting once. And that's sad - there were many wonderful memories and many great moments that I wish I had shared. But if you are reading this, we are probably friends, and you have heard me tell tale of the Idiots. And what an incredible group they were (ARE - they are all still living lovely, non-Idiot lives).

Last week began the Nice Work If You Can Get It journey. Its a great schedule, which I will post here soon, and a fun show. It literally could not be more different from American Idiot, but change is good for us, right? It will be nice to hear a little Gershwin every night, and while I will miss 90 minutes and no intermission, I will love being spoiled with plenty of time to do settlement again.

This blog was taking me on a trip down memory lane on the train this morning, and I came across a moment on Young Frank where life was hard. That was fairly normal, because while what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, I have never found extra character by spending endless hours on a bus. But somehow, that day, this girl found some quiet clarity on a morning when everyone else was sleeping and she was alone with her emergency coffee. And some of the things she found could come in as a handy reminder now...

In personal life stuff, I've been going through it. Maybe it's the endless hours of quiet, where I can get stuck in my head and completely rearrange my attitude with what ifs and maybes.. Maybe it's the life changes that I made AGAIN, when I didn't intend to do so. Maybe it's the gigantic life changes that the people close to me are making. I've always been super effected by environment and the feelings and emotions of people I care about - I think that is the Libra in me. At the end of the day, I just keep reminding myself that I'm happy. I love what I do, I have fantastic people around me, I have the best friends in the universe, and my family has never once questioned this crazy career that I have thrown myself into. 

Sometimes, I just need to remind myself that I'm really lucky. Because I am. I am blessed with people in my life who feel like like a missing puzzle piece when I'm away. And I get to spend my days in an endless Choose Your Own Adventure book, with theatre as the commonality. But no matter where in the universe I may land, the people that matter are never too far away and the adventures can always be shared. Like on this blog. Which I will be better about. (Liar)