Last week I asked the wrong question: What is your definition of success? I wondered about happiness and about accomplishment and how the twain shall meet. But my real question was “how do we have a basically fulfilling life?” And I think the answer is that “meaning” is what leads to a sense of fulfillment and happiness.Read More
So, you wake up every morning with a sort of looming dread. It’s been years of this. The newspaper is sitting by the front door or you grab your phone to read it online. You go from a state of relatively refreshed well-being (because unconscious), and then you basically screw yourself. Bam. The reality of what’s happening in our country and our planet comes crashing back down. Great way to start your day. You’re a genius. Fun times.Read More
Reviewers, smart ones, keep art alive. Now some smart ones just don’t like your stuff and they can piss off, but sometimes they do something that makes them a part of the beauty of the artistic process. And props to them for that!Read More
When we are stripped down to our most primitive level, you’d think we’d become wonderfully clear, instinctive, a perfectly functioning animal. But clearly this isn’t what happened to many of us in labor.
What comes up is our conditioning.Read More
I’ve got it. I figured it out! Here’s the deal. Complaining makes you focus on what’s wrong. And if affirmations ain’t cuttin’ it for ya to help you focus on what’s right and what you want more of, then you’ve got to just not focus on either the good or the bad: you’ve got to Create.Read More
Today I have to start writing the next song for my show. Um…Nope. No ideas. Caffeine didn’t help. The fear of a looming deadline didn’t do it. Forcing myself to just sit the heck down at my desk didn’t just make it magically happen.
It was Trump. Specifically the comment that the 3,000 Puerto Ricans who died from the hurricane, didn’t actually die. (Seriously. Read the article here.)
Okay, well, yep that did it.
Oof. It’s over. Cookouts and sunblock and road trips and cute sandals.
Next up: Staff meetings and carpool coordination and time to dye your hair back from that Summer Beach Blanket Bingo Blonde experiment to Office Brown.
I’m a comedian. You’d think I spend my days writing jokes, funny songs, doing photo shoots like lying in a massive pile of banana peels. You know, the usge. Because that seems like what a comedian should do. But nope. Nopety nope nope. I am a professional Self-Promoter. Ugh. Garglefalookymuuuuugh. (That’s a comedy barfing sound.)Read More