Well, here we all are, on the edge.  I, for one, won't exhale until Biden is sworn in and in an undisclosed location.   

Let the shitstorm begin.

Well, looks like the family drama is coming to a big ole pussy head.  (that's pussy as in full of green smelly pus, not pussy, as in cat, just to be clear)

The impatient one has forced her hand, and the shitpot has been stirred.  

Red line crossed, game on.

This one means a lot, high stakes.  

Values, Respect, Civility, Service.

Wish us luck.

45 years ago today I became Donna Dickerson.  It began with a ride from a friend from Roanoke to Eden, N.C. and ended with a hitch hiked ride with a trucker named Measles back to Roanoke.  It was cold as we traipsed all over Eden to comply, and as I remember, the guy who married us showed mercy.  I wore a navy blue wool Jonathan Logan suit I had bought at a thrifts shop because I Loved navy blue wool anything.  As misguided as it may have seemed to all who learned of it, it was not.  It put me on the path that led me to today and I am grateful, happy and satisfied.

Ok i did it.

One more thing off the bucket list this week, I auditioned for a sketch comedy show. It was fine. My heart's just not into onstage. On the other hand I would love to work with this company. So I offered to work back stage.   Turns out, they go thru stage managers like beer. Love this company, I've been a fan since the beginning. If their off stage production process were upgraded, I believe they could up the quality of the performer's experience as well as the audience's.

Changing my heart.

Recently I've noticed something.  The walk down the ramp to the theater no longer energizes me.  I found myself feeling heavier and darker with every step.  The magic's just not there.  My heart just isn't in it.

What happened?  Gigantic Success. Somehow nothing else seems worthy of my attention, much less my heart, anymore. 

My heart went with the glow of an ensemble collaborating like partners, team mates and stakeholders.  And the food that was always there when we needed it. 

Looks like a new adventure to me.  Time to don my BackStage Diva tiara and brass balls.

Keep Playing,
Donna