Hello Goodbye

Well, in life we all must take steps forward to do what is right for ourselves, and at this point in time, there is something I must let go of to move forward. That thing is Chicagoist. I won’t be writing for them as of today.

I cannot express how Chicagoist has changed my life. Truly. I have learned so much in writing for them. I learned that I can indeed write, that I enjoy it, that I enjoy the company of other writers and that I want to write more and more and more.

I learned about total support, there is so much support in that group of people it is ridiculous. I learned how to defend myself and I learned when I don’t need to. I learned that sometimes you have to leave something to get the most out of it. And then frighteningly enough, I learned that there is so much more in my life I need to work on, that prioritizing has become my life right now.

So on I will continue with my book project for work. I will continue to bust my ass learning the river tour (how different it is to try and teach someone about one building in two seconds rather than two hours), I will work on my audition coming up in June for the first show I’ve wanted to audition for in ages; hopefully I will get cast, and have a lot more to work on after that. And I will continue to run and get stronger day by day by day.

You know, I have never woken up in the morning and thought “Shit, I have so much to do today, I have to get going”. Honestly, I’ve always been very good at not letting myself get into too much, but I think sometimes it was to my detriment. It is good for me to work hard, it is nice to wake up on a Monday morning and know that my work is constant, and creative and exciting and fruitful. That there will be no downtime this day, or the next or the next. It’s strange for me, but really exhilarating

Now that I’ve expounded on how much work I have to do, it seems I have made up for this by playing just as hard. This past weekend was the most ridiculously fun weekend. The ladies got together for karaoke at the best bar in the city and sang and danced like there was no tomorrow.
Two Princes? Spin Doctors? I own that song now. It is going into my repertoire.

I took an observation boat tour and came up with some really great ways that I would like to explain myself up there. Exciting.
But then I went out AGAIN Saturday night, who do I think I am? Paris? Huh? And had a wonderful, very in depth conversation about ANTM, Survivor and The Pussycat Dolls. A truly fun evening. Yesterday was spent in Evanston for my mom’s birthday and then a quiet afternoon and evening being pissed off at the Amazing Race.

Now here I am detoxing and acting like a grown person again.

I kind of enjoy the juxtaposition.