do you believe in time travel?

Let’s take a little hop, skip, and a jump back through the hourglass of my life to see what I was doing in the beginning of OTHER years.

January 2004. Just getting over the tremendous clusterfuck that was my Christmas/New Year’s trip. Lotta good in that trip, and a whole lot of shit. Finally giving up on DJ ever coming back into my life. Cleaning dog hair from my room and my clothes and trying to convince myself that it was okay to have a pet again, knowing how it felt to lose one. Meeting O for the first time, and discovering the species slutticus feminus pirahnus for the first time. Being so sick I was hallucinating, for almost a solid week.

January 2003. Just got finished participating in my second 14/48 and having my mind completely blown. Went up on my lines for my first (and thus far, ONLY) time on stage, to the point where I was panicking. (Fucking stupid surgical gloves.) Acted for my first time with Ms. Moon. I was hating my job at Ye Olde Children’s Theatre, I was desperately searching for something new, and I was gradually beginning to figure out that the “on the side” acting classes I was apprenticiing were the only things that were really making me happy. I was about to re-connect with a former boyfriend, and then lose him again. I was about to spend one of the most confusing weekends of my life with DanielTheElectrician. I was about to start working for Mad Science. A lot of things were coming.

January 2002. Temping and hating my life. Thinking vaguely of going to grad school. Thinking vaguely of selling out entirely and saying goodbye to my soul in the name of financial stability. A friend of many of my friends was about to lose her battle with breast cancer. And then, just as the month was coming to an end, I was about to take the job at Ye Olde Children’s Theatre. Not a mention, throughout the whole month, of any acting, which I guess is what my life was about back then. I had just re-connected with my insatiable one. I had no idea how much shit was about to hit the fan.

What about NOW?

January 2005. Getting ready to learn how to ride my sexy monster bike. Lovin’ on my cats. Slowly learning how to deal with boys I used to love. Coming to terms with my job, which I mostly love but occasionally can’t handle. Feeling like I’m coming into my own. Learning how to stick up for myself. No longer feeling guilty about occasional bitchy outbursts. Getting cast in things that inspire me. Feeling just a tad enfuego.