“Well, how did I get here?”
— The Talking Heads
Funny how simply saying “Yes” over and over will lead one down the most interesting, scary, wonderful paths.
Last week, for example, I worked as a production crew member for a documentary film and performed improv comedy in front of a live, paying audience.
When I read that, it sounds like someone else wrote it because that was unthinkable even just a few months ago.
But, no, that was me. The same me that also got really, really excited about finally finding a microfiber cobweb-cleaning attachment for my extendable dust mop handle. ‘Cause I’m cool that way.
While in my happy dust-mop-induced delirium, I also said “yes” to chaperoning a Halloween party for 18 first-graders. Imagine a roomful of miniature superheroes, princesses, and one mummy who kept losing his wrappings, all hopped up on sugar (the first-graders, not me, though that might have helped).
Note to future self: do not agree to *anything* while high on cleaning products.
After all that excitement, I decided to sew a stuffed chipmunk out of a lonely old knit glove , because I that’s how I roll.
What will you say “YES!” to this week?
*(James Joyce, last line of Ulysses).