I haven't blogged in ages. Lashings of apologies, to the three or four of you out there who may have actually been following my progress (or lack thereof). As I believe I have mentioned in previous entries, I'm involved in a huge community theatre production and it opens this Wednesday. For the past three weeks it has been an almost every day thing. So that, on top of a full time job, a child, a house I own by myself, and various other family obligations, means I have stretched pretty darn thin. But I'm also loving it. A lot. I just love theatre people. I do. For the most part, we are positive. We are extroverts with a purpose. We are also fairly decent people, I would say. And fun. Theatre people are fun. And non-judgemental. And a little bit crazy. I must admit, I will miss my little family when it is all finished. It is always a huge let-down when a show ends. It's almost like a break-up. And I'm a little afraid of that. Lately I have been so preoccupied with the show, that I really haven't had time to wallow, to cry, to regret. I'm just a tad apprehensive about the possibility that when the show ends, I'll crash. It very well could be a double break up situation to deal with, if I'm not careful. My only hope is Christmas. It's just around the corner, I've still got so much to do, so maybe that will occupy enough to save me from another crash. At least, that is what I am hoping for. Maybe that should be my Christmas wish.
In other news, my auntie is in the hospital and things look very bad. I've never been particulary close to her, but she has always been someone I have thought about a great deal. My aunt is mentally challenged, and she has lived her life through a child's eyes, in many ways. There were times when I was little that I was afraid of her. I didn't understand why she was so different. After that I was just very curious. I wanted to know how if felt to be her. Next came a sort of realization that maybe SHE was the one to be envied. She didn't sit around sulking over a failed relationship. She didn't get weighed down by the gallons of shit that the rest of us allow ourselves to get weighed down with. She found happiness in the simple things. Imagine living your life through the eyes of a child. In a lot of ways, I envy that. We can never get back the magic of our childhood. But she got to keep it. And I think that makes her very fortunate, and very special. And it makes me so sad to think that she is in the hospital, in pain, probably confused and afraid. She is one of the purest souls I've ever met. I hope she finds the kind of peace that she deserves.
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