to watch the whole sky

Tonight was the geminid meteor shower.  All the articles I read said it was the easiest shower to see with the naked eye and would be very active.  I found the spot in the sky just to the right of Orion's shoulder and watched intently from the sidewalk.  Nothing.  The street lights were obscuring the sky.  I walked out to a field to get away from the ambient light and again focused intently on that patch of sky just over Orion's shoulder.  Again.  Nothing.  Occasionally I would see something in my periphery but before I could shift my focus, it was gone.  This is my life most times.  I feel this is most people's life sometimes.  We start near the well lit places.  Clinging to the safety of the path that is easy.  But a large part of the world is going to be obscured from your sight.  Many people will never leave that warm glow and be content.  Others will move into the darkness with a laser focus on one patch of sky and never let their eye wander.  Again, a lot of the possibilites are going to just miss your eyeline.  Others will set out and constantly be chasing what is in the borders of their vision, never really seeing any one thing for what it truly is.  The lucky one's, the most successful one's...they will widen their gaze and take in all the heavens have to offer them.  I am learning to be one of those.  Someone who can walk through life and take it all in open to love, success, family, friends,.....life.  I am learning to be the person who doesn't miss the moon while he focused on his patch of stars. 

To Stretch On The Days You Can't Quite Reach

We all have those days where we can't quite reach.  Where your cup of coffee was a little too hot and the handle a little too slippery.  Where your gas light doesn't cover as many miles as you remember.  Where you sit down to dinner alone and force a smile while thumbing through Facebook posts of everyone with their spouses and children.  Those days are harder to reach the end.  Those days are the ones where you have to stretch out a little further.  Those days are the ones where you might have to lean just past your center of gravity and hold someone's hand for support to keep you from landing on your face.  It's hard to remember that.  It's hard to reach back and grab a hand when it seems like something you should be capable of without aid.  It is just a few centimeters.  It is just that inch.  It is just that minute.  That hour.  Just for today.  All great battles were won or lost in one day.  It is easy to forget how much one day can hold and how little we can alone.  It is easy to forget that we weren't meant to.  It is easy to forget that we don't have to.  This world, the universe, this whole existence is built of pieces leaning on other pieces.  It is the natural order.  If one of those pieces is missing, things will go on, yes, but they won't be "right".  It's that cup of coffee that tastes just a little off because it's missing that extra sugar.  It's that handle that feels a little more slick because you forgot to wipe the bacon grease off on the towel hanging from the stove as you always do but just missed without thinking.  It is the gas light that doesn't cover as many miles because one cylinder is missing it's gasket and fuel is just a little less efficient.  It is the other person, sitting alone eating dinner, forcing a smile, thumbing through Facebook posts of everyone with their spouses and children because you haven't learned to lean on one another yet to support a family.  No part of this existence performs at 100% efficiency and reaches its full potential 100% alone.  No person that has ever lived or will ever live lives their life 100% effectively without the aide of others.  No person has ever or will ever reach their full potential 100% alone.  No goal.  No plan.  No program.  Nothing stands alone, not to its greatest heights.  So remember, take that hand.  Make that call.  Send that text.  Then take that extra, and reach the other side.

To Find The Things He Isn't

When I was a kid I would make paper angels and snowflakes.  You know how you start with a sheet of paper and fold it up and cut away the pieces that aren't an angel or that unique snowflake?  Each cut seems random but when you finish and unfold it you have this perfect thing.  That is what I think The Universe is doing for me.  It seems random.  It seems pointless.  But what it is doing is showing me the pieces that aren't going to be in that unique snowflake of an angel that is waiting for me.  He won't lie to me.  Snip.  He won't want someone other than me.  Snip.  He won't judge me for my past.  Snip.  He won't be scared that I love quickly and deeply.  Snip.  He won't leave.  Snip.  And eventually it will unfold and all the cuts will be worth it.

To Live In That Moment

There is a moment just after a rainstorm where everything feels different.  More alive somehow.  The air is cooler and so thick that time seems to slow down slightly.  The blue of the sky is brighter and clearer, the greens and yellows of the grass are more vivid and deep, the greys and browns of the earth are richer and fuller. All bathed in the afterglow of new life.  The smells of man are washed away and replaced with new life and electricity.  This is how I feel when I see you.  This is how I feel when we take our turns at question and answer.  Like a rainstorm has just passed and everything is finally different.  More real somehow.  The world is softer and so fleeting that I hope time slows down.  The flow more free and easy, the words more truthful and heartfelt, the promises more solid and lasting.  All bathed in the ease of understanding.  The hurts of the past are washed away and replaced with new hope and fire.  There is a moment just after a skipped beat where everything feels different.

To try not to lose my when's

I have always been Charlie Brown.  I've said this before, multiple times I think in my previous blog and in this one, but I feel him slipping away.  I have always naturally had more when's than most people but lately they have all but wiped out by the silent killer that is if.  I always naturally said "When I get married" or "When I go to New York i'll.." or "When things get better..." but somehow all of those when's have been replaced by if.  I know most would say it is just a natural part of growing up and accepting the reality of the world.  When's are just a child's imaginary friend while if's are an adult's reality.  Maybe everyone has a finite amount of when's at birth and I didn't ration mine well and I have run out.  All I know is that I miss knowing that Lucy won't pull the ball away.  I miss knowing that tomorrow is going to be a good day.  I miss Charlie and my when's.

To speak about the quiet...

Until recently I was undecided if I wanted to share this on here until the book is done and published but I feel it is important so...here it is...

"It was so quiet….

I could hear mom gently sobbing and my dad quietly point one word, “No”, as he shook his head at the ground.

I had just told my parent’s that I had fallen in love and that is what I remember.  It was so….quiet.  Yes, there were many more things discussed in that half hour.  Mostly Religion, which is usually the case in this situation.  That I was committing an abomination and how that is clear in The Bible.  I countered their singular argument the only reasonable way, with a grenade of knowledge from the very same book.  I asked my dad how all of those “abominations” that they have committed in their past or, in some cases, that they commit daily are somehow okay and my allowing myself to be the person God made me, the person I did such a good job of hiding from the world, is somehow worthy of my death.  How being that person that God made had lead me to a group of people who loved me by choice and one man who wanted to create a life with me.  My mom asked some health questions that most people would ask.  I mean I still can’t give blood because I had same sex relations.  If a large organization like that hasn’t set the facts straight, how can I expect my mom to know the level of risk?  I answered her questions and told them I was still the same person they raised me to be.  I have the same morals and values that they instilled in me.  I told them that being gay isn’t WHO I am that it is just part of what I am.  I reiterated that nothing had changed and that I was just finally letting them meet the person that they raised and not the patch-worked puppet shield that I had been carrying for as long as I could remember.  I asked them to think back to when I was in school and to remember how unhappy I always seemed.  To remember how, even with friends, I would frequently slink back to the back of the group and only occasionally burst  into the front to show I was one of the pack…just like them.  I asked them to compare that to the last 2 years of my life.  A life where I have a family of people who love me because they genuinely want to be in my life and care what that life is.  A life where I smile casually and laugh off cue and cry when I am sad regardless of who might see.  A life where I don’t go to bed at night angry for what I felt during the day.  A life where I didn’t see who God made me as a burden that I have to hide.  I finally had a life that I got to live…not a show that I had to put on.

And it was so quiet….through all of it.  That is what I remember.  That and the voice that interrupted me when I told them that this in no way changed my plans for the future.  I was still planning on getting married, and having a home, and kids, and that they would have their grandbabies.  But before I could finish the final word, the voice sliced through the air with the only thing I didn’t expect.  I had prepared to weigh out sins with my dad.  I had prepared to teach my mom a sex ed class.  I had prepared to show them how hard I had tried for years, sacrificing my own happiness, to try to be what I knew they wanted me to be.  I had prepared to make them see the damage that that one lie to myself would do to the whole family that they wanted me to have. And  yes, even though I knew it was very unlikely, I had even prepared to let an “I love you, a thank you for raising me strong enough to be who I am, and a goodbye” fall on refusing ears.  But this voice that came from my father was cold and sharp and calculated.  It was not the man that loved every animal he saw, cried with me when my dog died in my arms, and never argued about where we ate when we went out to dinner.  I don’t know who this man was but he said to me, ‘Don’t have children.”

My entire face melted with the world around me as I asked him, “What?”

He kept his eyes on me and said, “Don’t have children, you’ll just mess them up.”

And it was so quiet….  I rallied to regain my balance in the slosh of the world and said, “I’m not messed up.  Two gay parent’s don’t necessarily make a gay child just like two straight parent’s don’t necessarily make a straight child, and even if my children ALL turn out to be gay, they will be good people.  God gives us the challenges we don’t think we can handle to show us that we can.  Apparently you needed to learn this one twice.”  And only a few days past the one year anniversary of the day that my little brother had told our parent’s that he was an abomination, I had just told them that I was their second chance from God to see the truth.  We are the blessing that they just have to be willing to see and accept it.

Then I got up and told them I loved them.  My mother asked who knew and I told her that most everyone already knew.  Jjust like in my childhood, I had tried to spare them the pain longer than I should have because I knew how it would hurt them and they had taught me never to hurt people without reason.  I had my reason with this man so I told them.  I told her that if anyone in the family had questions or concerns to tell them to call me and I would tell them exactly what I had just said.  My mom continued to cry as I left through the door and walked to my car.  I am still not sure what sat in my dad’s chair in the corner of the living room, but it sat there for as long as I could see it as I was backing out of the driveway.  I don’t know if it was grief, or anger, or regret, or guilt, or hate but whatever it was…it changed him…and for the first time in all those years with my dad…that is the first time I only saw a man.  A man that I never wanted to be and who only happened to be my father.

I went to my new home with the man I loved and, in a daze, told him what had happened with my parent’s that evening. That night we laid in bed with our dogs, Inkblot and Julian, cuddled up between us as I kept crying and he kept saying that it could have been much worse over and over again. And he was right, it really could have been, so many have it much worse than it ever could have been for me.  But as I cried myself to sleep that night, surrounded by the love of MY family; I could feel the void where my center of gravity once had been before the voice ripped it away, and I clung to those three warm bodies like they were my only anchor to this world…

And

It was so quiet…."

I think it is important that I say that I don't think my father is a bad man.  I don't think my mother is a bad woman.  I just think that sometimes great people do bad things in the name of a good idea.

To Feel it All

There are worse things in this world than going unnoticed.  In fact, I have made a home of unnoticed.  My low-key lean-to of inconspicuous.  No there are far worst things than being shielded from the barbs of the social rose.  One particular thorn sticks deeper and drips a green ichor that colors the eyes long before it breaks the skin of it's victim.  This barbed beauty has a name but you will never know it's sound from their lips as they pass you noticed, but unengaged.  The sweet sound of laughter draws you closer but the distance between you and the bud is stubborn.  With much effort you may eventually near the intoxicating mass of merriment but as your head spins you find yourself vacantly detached from the group though you are within reach.  Unnoticed is sometimes an accidental gift while exclusion is always a deliberate slight.  Yes, unnoticed is preferred to excluded.

To sometimes let the cracks crack

Lately I feel that every moment of everyday is spent trying to keep my inner turmoil from forcing its way through my plaster smile of a dam.  A sea of tired, boiling with anger and frothing with worry is constantly smashing against the backside of the smile blocking the man made bottle-neck of a channel.  I can feel the gentle grin degrading into clenched, grinding teeth as each day races on.  Every dam with a forceful flow behind it must have.a vent.  A place where the power of the ocean building can escape.  Theater and writing were always those vents for me.  Responsibility and opinions of others have recently sealed over those vents leaving me with a sea of daily torment behind a quickly deteriorating friendly face.  I will pick and claw and dig and pull at the patches until I can once again remember how to smile again rather than just push my teeth together to hold back the flood.

The Remnants of The Cage

One of the things I remember missing most about working with my theme park family is the smells.  Every morning I was greeted by the smell of coffee, pop tarts in the toaster, maybe a wisp of marshmallow dust from someone's breakfast cereal, antibacterial spray, the familiar blend of roughly a hundred people's specific personal scents as they arrived in the morning.....but 5 days a week.... above all this....above the essence of our morning....above the uncertainty of the day...there was the strong smell of turkey bacon and pancake syrup.  Above the spinning of life's weather-vane was our unwavering Alcurtis.  That smell, for me at least, meant that I would laugh that day.  That I would dance a little harder and enjoy it.  That, at some point, he would look at me in the way that only he had and make me feel uncomfortable on the outside but leave me feeling just a little sexier than before.  That I would most likely be forced to think about where I stand and why I stand there at some point; I would lose the discussion in the end, but I would also have a better understanding of my beliefs.  (These beliefs could range anywhere from religion, to politics, to why we need revivals of musicals, to why we remake movies, to why the sky is blue(which in the end he could prove to you that it is, in fact, not blue))

Yesterday Alcurtis left us.
Yesterday I lost a brother to the ether.
Yesterday I saw hundreds of hearts break simultaneously.
Yesterday we celebrated and we mourned.

Today....  Today people keep asking me if I am okay.  Today people keep asking me if I need anything.  I have been unable to formulate an answer so those texts have gone unanswered.  Until now.

No.  I am not okay.  I am pissed off.  I am angry that Alcurtis felt he had to go through this alone.  I am angry that the "I love you's" and calling him family didn't convey my willingness to take on any burden.  I am angry that he wouldn't swallow his pride along with those pills rather than refusing the whole lot.  I am angry that he put so much weight on Jen for the last year knowing she would honor his wishes and keep whatever she saw or might speculate private.  I am angry he weighed her down even more when the truth came to light and he made her shoulder that secret alone, even shortly.  I am angry because over the past year I have doubted my importance in my inner circle, only to find out that 2/5th of it was literally fighting for a life in secret.  I am angry he placed his Tapestry thread in her hands and made her decide the length.  I am angry that his family mistook the cage he was trapped in for their loved one.  I am angry that he suffered 4 days longer than was necessary because they needed time.  I am angry that I watched people I care about more than most in this world be sideswiped by this surprise, then find hope, then lose hope, and then say goodbye daily.  I am angry that I am angry.

With all of that anger you would think that I wouldn't have room for any other emotions but somehow I do.  I am sad.  Almost unbearably so.  Sad for all the reasons I am angry.  Sad for a hundred more reasons that crop up around me when I linger too long. And happy.  And proud.  Oh so proud.  And grateful.  I have mountains of grateful in me right now.  But what shadows all of that for me at this exact moment?  The cage he left after he broke free of it.  Now I know that it may seem insensitive to call it that but that is what my heart knows it was when I saw it.  He was unable to move it and unable to leave it.

I was only in the room for maybe 15-20 seconds but when I close my eyes...that is what I see and have seen since that moment.  When I stumbled into sleep last night I found myself back in that room looking at the cold, aged, jagged bars that held my brother a short time ago.  I know that image will fade in time but this is about what I am feeling now...and a large part of me is feeling guilt.  I should have spoken up sooner about forcing him to go to a doctor.  I should have voiced my opinion to the family in regards to keeping him in his cage.  I should have told him I loved him more.  I shouldn't have allowed him to hide when I came over.  For those things...I'm sorry Curtie.

But you don't have to worry about any of that.....
Because there is the painful happy truth....
Alcurtis is free....
And the smell of turkey bacon and pancake syrup just means...breakfast.

To Be a Light In The Dark

To many times in this world we find ourselves utterly swallowed by darkness.  Lost in the void of life that we dwell in during our every day.  We fall into a pattern of toiling to survive but never actually living, every dime we earn being a tuppence exchanged for our lining of silver.  After a while that lining is eaten away and we begin to ebb away at our hope, emptying our cup one drop at a time.  I am here to fill that cup.  I am here to defend hope.  I am here to defend the silver lining.  I am here too ensure the darkness doesn't swallow those around me.  I am here to be an anchor to humanity.  I am here to light the way to living a life rather than just being alive.  I am the light in the dark.

To Be Love's Knight Devoid Of Armor

I fight for love.  I fight for love long after the battle is over.  I analyze the battlefield, littered with the carrion of shredded promises and shrapnel torn dreams and try to make sense of where the tide turned.  I run through the intended strategies over and over again, feeling each blow anew beneath my bare chest with every recollection.  How could this dance have ended with the shedding of so many tears of my heart-blood?  How could the gentle and careful co-mingling of our two individual worlds turn to this?  Why didn't I take action when I noticed that our steps were slightly out of sync, when we stopped meeting one another's eyes, when we began to occasionally let go of our love to check our arsenal?  I try to mend the damage I can see using the sticky side of excuses and a salve of understanding as I have done since this dance began.  I now, however, know that unless another knight comes onto the field with as much want to prevail for our master as I have; then this dance will continue to end as it always has, with a field full of scars.  Scars, that is, until the final dance when they all come together to help guide you to victory together.

To Tell The Story of How Wolverine, Spiderman, The Green Lantern, Superman, and Batman Save My Life Everyday

This is the story of a guy who took a very long time to figure out who he was and what he stood for and how an unlikely team of superheros change his life every day.

When I was a child I always enjoyed superheros.  Most children do I suppose but for me it was a little different I think.  Most people love the fighting, the superpowers(which I am not going to lie were right up there on my list), the ongoing battle between good and evil.  For me it was about the people who became other people for the good of the world around them and how they balanced it all in fantastic ways and in the end it all seemed to come together.  Why did that ring true with me?  Because that's what I did every day, or so I thought.  I thought that me being someone I wasn't was helping everyone around me.  It made my parent's happy, it made God happy, one day it would make a wife and kids happy as I protected all of them from what was behind the mask and the dangers that could come from them knowing.

That's what I saw as a kid but then one day I took off my mask.  Sharing with a select few at first...My Bruce the gargoyle(My person I can tell anything to without fear of judgement), then to a few teammates, and then finally I pulled a full Tony Stark and told the world that I am Iron Man.  From that moment on my love for my childhood heroes evolved to what it has become today.  It is a constant reminder to me of what is important in my life, a reminder I feel that we all need from time to time.  I even decorated my apartment with minimalist superhero art that I commissioned my brother to paint for me on canvas so that I can't forget the lessons they were driving home throughout my entire childhood without me even knowing it.  Here are those lessons along with photos of the paintings my brother did for me and the rooms I decorated around them with the help of my friend Meagan.

First is Wolverine.  The X-men are my first superhero memory of note.  In 1990 I was an 8 year old boy in Ferndale, Florida, which is a tiny town west of Orlando.  The nearest convenience store was in Montverde, which was the next town over, and about once a week my dad and I would stop by there on his way to work at the restaurant he owned.  One morning while we were paying for his gas and my chocolate milk I noticed a small pack of 10 marvel superhero trading cards next to the register.  My dad bought me those cards and that quickly became our tradition.  Every week when we stopped I would get one pack of marvel trading cards.  I don't remember all 10 of the cards that were in that first pack but one of the two that stands out in my memory is wolverine.

I will humor the chance that someone who might stumble across this blog won't know who wolverine is and what he can do, though I find that very unlikely.  Wolverine can handle anything, he is nearly indestructible and if someone does manage to wound him he heals almost instantly.  That is what I take from him, I can handle anything.  At 31 I have already stood with my family through my mother's battle with manic depressive bi-polar disorder with seasonal affective disorder and traits of schizophrenia when in her manic phase, had a major knee surgery resulting in 3 titanium pins holding my kneecap in place, removal of a cancerous cyst from my testicle and the subsequent treatment, coming out to my southern baptist family, falling in love, planning a proposal and then calling it off when I found out that that man was and had been cheating on me for years, moving out of state and away from my comfort zone for a job that turned out to be a joke, moving back into my parent's house to get back on my feet at 31...and I am still here...and I am fine.  Many of those things did wound me but I am healing...and I always will.  I may not heal as quickly as Wolverine, but I will always heal.  In addition to that, a large portion of what the X-men is all about is human rights.  I watched as these good people were persecuted in my favorite cartoons just for being born different.  You can throw whatever interpretation of whatever book you want at me but I will proudly hold up an X-Men comic in one hand and the bible in the other because both say the same thing...love and accept one another regardless of how they might be different from you.

The second card I remember from that first pack was Spider-man who has always been my favorite superhero.

You can probably guess what good ol' Spidey reminds me of....responsibility.  "With great power comes great responsibility."  It is true, the more power you have the more responsible you have to be.  The thing is power can be interpreted many different ways.  In my eyes we are all infinitely powerful.  What we do now matters, what we don't do matters.  I have a younger brother, younger cousins, children who see me perform, children I have mentored in the past...all of them have looked to me as an example at one time or another and many of them will again in the future.  My community, the theater community, looks to me to play roles because they know that I will do the job and I will put everything I have into doing so.  I have a responsibility to the man I am going to be tomorrow to be the best man I can be today.  I may not be able to stick to walls or have superhuman strength but I can mold the future.

Next is The Green Lantern.  I wasn't introduced to the The Green Lantern until a little later in my Superhero education but I think he came along when he needed to, as most superheros do.  The Green Lantern is another duel meaning for me.  First I will tell you what The Green Lantern can do and more importantly HOW he does what he does.  The Green Lantern is a normal man that was chosen to be part of The Green Lantern Corps by a power ring when it's previous owner died.  He uses this power ring to form constructs from pure will power.  He can literally will anything he can think of into reality.  I think we are all capable of this without the aid of a power ring, it just takes us a little more time and effort.  That is one of the two things The Green Lantern taught me.  The other is that, just like the ring chose Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Guy Gardner, and Kyle Rayner because it knew he could handle it, life chooses us for what we can handle.

Now for The Man of Steel, Superman.  As we all know, Superman, or Kal El, is an alien and was sent to Earth by his parents to save him from the destruction of their planet.  A young farming couple from Kansas found him and raised him up as their own.  He grew up as Clark Kent and saved the world as Superman.  He hid from the world behind a pair of glasses, an every man personality, and haircut to protect those he cared about and to try to have what everyone wants...a "normal" life.  This one is a little more complex I guess cause this one is about how I don't have to hide ANYTHING about myself to have that life.  I live in a time where we are finally starting to see people for people and not for who they fall in love with, what color their skin is, who they pray to or don't pray to, and what is or isn't in their pants.  I know we have a LONG way to go..but we are closer than we have ever been and getting closer every day.  So this painting reminds me to just be me cause I live in a world where I can.

Last but not least is Batman.  Now I know there are a lot of things I could take from Batman.  I know he fights along side super powered people having no powers of his own.  Everything he can do he can do because he worked hard and trained and designed gadgets or paid to have them designed.  I know...but what I take from Batman is not to let my life be fueled by revenge.  I moved into this apartment and commissioned these paintings after I broke up with my first real love.  For two years I gave him everything I was and found out that he was cheating on me the whole time.  I could let revenge fuel my want to succeed.  I could say, "I'm going to be amazing so that he can look back and see what he screwed up.".  But that is not what I am going to do..because no matter what...revenge will only leave you empty in the end.  I would much rather say, "I'm going to be amazing because I am capable of amazing." and hope that he goes on, finds what he needed in someone special, and does the same.  This painting is the first thing I see when I come into my home every day because let's face it...there are things that make us angry every day...and when I get home I sometimes need a reminder to let go of whatever it is and be the hero that these guys taught me to be.

So there it is...why these specific heroes mean so much to me and how they save me every day.  So yell at your kids for "wasting time on comic books" if you want...but there are important lessons buried in those pages.  I, for one, will be encouraging my kids to meet as many heroes as they possibly can.  I mean, if you have never met a hero, how will you ever recognize that you are one?

The Moment of Almost

The only thing worse than knowing, is almost knowing.  Feeling every whir and click and whistle as your brain weighs out the data before you.  Replaying every relevant moment and filtering out the excuses you provided or accepted and the rose coloring your heart cast over the facts.  Knowing that any second the unrefutable truth will blaze into existence, exposing every dark corner that Fear and Doubt may call their home and revealing the twine that Hope has used to hold things together when they should have fallen apart.  Knowing that, once bathed in the harsh light of truth, your world is robbed of its limitless possibilities and you will be forced to see it for what it was.  Either a sturdy structure built on a stable foundation or a lean too placed against a wall of inflexible granite.  The moment if almost knowing if your heart is breaking or overflowing.  The moment of almost knowing if you were in love with one another or if you were just in love.  The moment of almost knowing if your future is full of anniversaries, inside jokes, and comfortable silences or if it will be littered with awkward first dates, terrible first kisses, and nervous talking.  The moment of almost knowing if forever was as long as you thought it was.  That moment of almost knowing that almost was never going to be enough.

Love Ain't What It Used To Be

I wish love had headed the warnings of her mother and stopped making that grotesque face.  She was told time and time again that she better stop or her face would stick like that, and that is just what it has done.  The words "I love you", I have to believe, once were as pure and warm and blanketing as I see them.  Not the way most see her and her friends now.  As keys to fear, mistrustfulness, admittance to complacency, and ultimately pain.  I will never see her that way.  Love will forever be wide-eyed, beautiful, young, and brave in my eyes and rather than a weapon it will forever be a shield and a gift.  "I love you" will always be a safe place of absolute truth for me...and that is something that makes me forever grateful.

The Universe Has A Plan

The events of the past couple years could be viewed as a series of catastrophic events leading to the total destruction of everything that I had come to know and love as MY world.....OR...as a not so gentle nudge by the universe in the direction that I was meant to be going.  After a day spent telling children they are important, they are smart, they are kind, they are the kind of people that the world should be made up of....the kind of people we all were before we got lazy, or tired, or beaten, or broken....before no one took the time to fix us.  After a day of stolen "I love you's" to a man I never would have met without taking on a project that even to the most daring of devils would seem rushed.  After a day of helping to fill in the hairline fractures of hurt and loss in these beautiful little humans with caring and honesty and steadfastness.  After a day of seeing these little sponges soak in every drop of who I am and wonder at the marvel's of the superhero standing before them.  After a day like that...I lean towards the latter.

A grand total of 15 years in the theme park world has introduced me to some of the most amazing performers in the world, some of the most amazing PEOPLE in the world.  It taught me patience, it taught me tact, it taught me to think on my feet and role with the punches, it taught me to yes and, it taught me to read your audience, it taught me that if you don't believe what you are saying then no one will, it taught me that every word you say must be said as if it is the absolute most important thing to be said at that moment, it taught me to listen to children, it taught me to believe in magic, it taught me that people can change, it taught me that we truly can be anything we want to be if we believe it hard enough, it taught me that All the world's a stage...and sometimes the people we care about turn out to be the villain, it taught me that the villain sometimes is only doing what they think is the best choice, it taught me to understand fear and bend it to my will, it taught me that fairy-tales aren't there to make us fear dragons in our lives...fairy-tales are there to teach us that all of those dragons can be slain.  Without the time I spent in those magical lands I never would have been as prepared to renew hope and wonder and magic for these kids.  In fact, I never would have met my boss, I never would have taken a leap to Tennessee, I never would have met my TJ.

My two years with Rodney.  Without all of the good and the bad and the loss that those years filled me with I never would have been able to appreciate my own worth.  I never would have been able to look a child in the eyes and tell them that loving someone doesn't mean they are right.  Loving someone doesn't make someone's actions okay.  That sometimes loving someone is WHY you let go.  That NO ONE should ever be able to make you value yourself less.  That the people who truly love you will only build you up.  And hardest of all, that it isn't always their fault.  Some people just never learned how to love.  It doesn't mean they love you any less, it just means they don't know HOW to love you.

My time with Rodney also taught me to communicate.  If you feel slighted...let it be known.  If you feel undervalued....show them what they could lose.  If you are finding most promises empty...bring the hollow words to light.  If you are wounded...don't let it fester.  And that if any of these things are happening...loving the other person won't make it go away.  Loving the other person only makes each cut sting more.  The only cure is to let tell them how you are feeling, to say it with love and tact, and hope they can do the same.  Once the cards on the table it is much easier to stack them into a solid foundation.

My Culinary schooling taught me to trust my instincts and not to underestimate myself.  We are smarter than we think.  We are more capable than we imagine.  We are more popular than we know.  The moments we think no one is watching, someone is watching and counting on us to make the right decision.  When we think we can't, we can.  When we think we are done, we just started.  When we think it's impossible, it's not even improbable.

This is truly only the tip of the tapestry but every moment mattered.  Every person mattered.  If I had followed the path of least resistance I would probably be delivering mail right now.  Would I be better off financially, most likely.  Would I be happy, who knows?  Would I be better off spiritually, decidedly not.  I am changing the world.  I am mending people.  The Universe has a plan, when you feel it tug, be scared..but leap anyway.  You will either land in a beautiful pool you never saw ahead of you or continue down the rapids for a bit longer.  Regardless, it's EXACTLY where you are supposed to be.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
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All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
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Trust

Trust is a tricky thing.  We are supposed to learn from our mistakes but not blame others for the actions of the one's who came before.  How?  We are programmed to avoid pain (To the Sadomasochists out there, even the best program occasionally has an irregularity.).  Most would argue that emotional pain is as sharp and cutting as any blade, as deeply scalding as hot poured sugar on skin, and as permanent as the scars those things leave behind.  We program one another to think that the next person we let get close will inevitably follow the same pattern.  Keep this in mind the next time you cheat, or lie, or make the person you are with feel anything less than like they are the epicenter of your world.  That their radiance, their life force, their love ripples out through the stoney recesses of your life and shakes it up in a way that is equally destructive, creative, and beautiful in it's power.  If things don't work out between me and the person I am currently with, I only want the next person who's life they change forever to occasionally find the benefit of the doubt rather than every wrinkle the world throws at them being another warning sign of things to come.  Some of us know that the grass on the other side only looks greener because you aren't close enough to see the patches of brown, that beauty is as simple as belief.  You just have to believe in one another.  Believe that you both know what you have, how lucky you were to find it, and that you will not waste your time with a "what if" when you already have your "when".