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I had an aha moment this week while sitting in the wardrobe trailer, in the middle of the night, shopping for expensive sneakers online… The more hours per week I work and the more money I make, the more I spend and look for distraction and satisfaction in things and stuff. 

Since October I have been working just enough to pay the bills and keep “it” all going, with plenty of time to cook at home, eat well, exercise, write, take classes, and create things, but without enough money to buy a lot of extras. And I feel absolutely no lack or scarcity, only abundance and the freedom to do as I wish with my time. Like when I was in college, I’ve returned to shopping at consignment shops, furninshing my house with treasures found at flea markets, and making stuff; things I always enjoy doing, but which fall by the wayside out of laziness when money is plentiful and time is scarce. 

For the past two weeks, I’ve been on location, working 70-80 hours a week, eating junky food because I’m tired, not sleeping enough, not exercising and, incidentally, shopping online. Why??!!  Because I am bored, uninspired, not feeling connected to my life, and looking for any kind of satisfaction. Chocolate and shoes fit the bill. 

I lived years of my life in this kind of circle until I finally realized what was happening. Time, Freedom, Health, Fun, Travel, Friends and Family, Community.. these are the only things I really care about anymore or that help me to truly feel satisfied. What else could I use that fancy sneaker money for? Don’t get me wrong, every once in a while there is a pair of sneakers capable of bringing joy! But, overall, when I find myself shopping online at two in the morning, eating chocolate, I am usually looking for distraction and satisfaction that should be coming from other sources. 

So, the past two weeks have been a good reminder of what my life used to be like versus what it’s like now. And, I’m grateful to fill the coffers a bit. But, how can that money serve me and help me get the things I truly value rather than a bunch of stuff? That’s the question to remember and to answer. 

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I am writing once again from a cruising altitude of 30,000+ feet, on my way back to LA from Washington D.C.  How to sum up the electric energy of the past weekend? Well… it felt truly amazing and inspiring, creative and cooperative, loving and inclusive. I feel incredibly blessed to have been a part of the Women’s March on January 21st and to have seen our nation’s capital at its most capitally by arriving the night before the Inaguration. 

Exiting the deserted Metro on January 20th, just after noon, we were greeted by an onslaught of red hats. But, the sea dissipated quickly and the National Mall was actually quite empty. 

The next morning was anything but. 


Thinking we had given ourselves plenty of time by starting for the Metro at 8:30, hoards of men, women, and children were already packed into full cars and stations. As we rose to ground level, a sea of pink hats stretched as far as we could see. 

And so began nine hours of camaraderie, sharing, walking, not drinking water so we wouldn’t have to use the nonexistent bathrooms, people watching, and marching. 

Tiny hands, tiny feet, all you do is tweet, tweet, tweet. 


So, now what? 

Back home, how do we turn enthusiasm into sustained action, rather than curling up in a ball as everything we love about this country is dismantled before our eyes? 

Make it fun, somehow. Four years is a long time and if resisting starts to feel like drudgery, it won’t sustain. Find a community, create beauty and use humor, take breaks, and use the slow and steady approach. The signs at the women’s march were amazing, clever, and funny. Hundreds of thousands of people sat at their kitchen tables in the days leading up to the march with glue, markers, and paper and created signs which are now being sent to museums around the world. Many thousands of others sat in yarn shops knitting pink pussy hats. Use your hands to ground you. 

Resist, resist, resist. 

I stand with healthcare for all, reproductive rights, LGBT equality, Black Lives Matter, immigrants of all faiths and nationalities, Earth, science, art, children, Standing Rock, the rogue national park’s service, beauty, love, creativity, The National Endowment for the Arts, journalists, generosity, intellect, curiosity, joy, fun, NPR and PBS, books, the world, and love. It will always trump fear. Even if it doesn’t look like it at the moment. 

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My life is present to a crazy degree at the moment. Bring the plants inside, it might freeze tonight. Put away the Dia de Los Muertos decorations and altar. Make something delicious and healthy to eat for dinner. I have no plan past the end of the week. No future trips, no jobs lined up, several creative projects floating in my mind, but none begun yet. 

A few weeks ago, while waiting for the subway in NYC, I sat on a bench and thought about my 2015 so far. At the end of 2014, I chose joy as my word for the year. I wanted fun, spontaneity, adventure, and to go with the flow. And, it came to pass. Somewhere along the way, I made an agreement with myself that, in exchange for control, I would say yes instead of no. I let go of preconceived notions of how it would be,  chose love over fear, adventure over safety, and time off over money. 

And, what a wacky ride it’s been. 2015 has repeatedly taken me by surprise and is a hard one to sum up in words. I have managed to (repeatedly) surprise myself, which might be the biggest relief and joy of all; Hip hop dancing, 12 second long videos, jewelry design, cliff jumping, a beak dancing class, new friends you feel you’ve known forever, Room 617, TSA security to enter the hotel, loading a wardrobe trailer in Times Square, loving Tayolr Swift’s latest album, feeling ready to go back on location if the opportunity arises, cizing it up at lunch, discovering pot helps me sleep, and a hammock.. None of these were anywhere on my radar back in January. 

With a little under two months to go, God only knows what is to come or how this one will end. But, if it’s anything like the first ten months, there’s nothing to worry about, as long as I continue to choose adventure over control, love over fear, and say yes. 

PS, I thought the plant in the picture was dying when actually all it needed was to be put outside against a south facing wall for the summer. Rain, sun, fresh air. It’s very much alive. 

   
 I arrived in New York almost three weeks ago, to finish my most recent movie, and will fly home tomorrow. It has been a whirlwind, dream of a trip. There have been several moments of such totally present joy, I laughed out loud for no reason, marveling at my life and current reality,  weeks of deficient sleep, and multiple new and, at times, bizarre experiences. How to unravel it? 

   
  Room 617 at the Lowes Regency Hotel on the Upper East Side-the type I never normally stay in when traveling. Benjamin Netanyahu was there while we were, among other politicos, actors, and seemingly important people. Airport style security, to enter the hotel, quickly followed- one of the bizarre experiences. But, having the NY Times delivered to my doorstep each morning, the bed turned down each night, “stealing” apples from the gym, and living on Park Ave? Awesome. 

  
Bizarre Experience Number Two- loading a wardrobe trailer in the rain, on 42nd Street and 7th Avenue;  UN motorcades passing, homeless men threatening me and my rack of clothes, tourists watching, parking cops yelling. All quite entertaining, in the end. 

   
 Shooting in the Hamptons, at The Walforf, in The Four Seasons, watching the Blood/Harvest full moon eclipse in Central Park, making it to two hip hop dance classes on school nights, boom box picnics, multiple museums, the 102nd floor of the Empire State Building, viewing the city from the water, bouncing on boobies at the Sex Museum, walking over the Brooklyn bridge at night, just for kicks, taking the subway 17 stops because the restaurant was supposed to be that good (it was), visiting old friends, and eating macaroons, it just doesn’t get much better. That doesn’t quite sum it up, but will have to do. 

 
Home again, home again, tomorrow. I hope to maintain the dance, the fun, and the adventure while allowing being instead of doing, cooking, and sleep to help balance it out. 

   
   

Though starting a new job and coming down with a cold might not lead one to think of fun, fun has actually been the recurring theme of my week. How to take things, myself, and everything less seriously and simply view it all as a big adventure? That is my goal. And, just by keeping that idea in mind, I am able to replace thoughts of drudgery with those of enjoyment.

My sister recently signed me up for Notes from the Universe, (which I recommend!) and a recent one warned against choosing easy routes over fun ones. Wow! Easy and comfortable has been my MO for years and fun was never even a thought. Not that I never had any, but the idea that it could be a way of living and a part of every decision I made was a truly new concept.

Right after I read that note, I came across an excerpt from the book “You are a Badass: How to stop doubting your greatness and start living an awesome life”, by Jen Sincero, in the Local IQ paper, in which she urges readers to “see what you can get away with….it takes all the pressure off, puts the punk rock attitude in and reminds us that life is but a game.” I love that!

Just by keeping these ideas close, I’ve been laughing more, it’s been easier to let certain things go, and I’ve been more adventurous because, why not? I plan to put all of my wishes out there, say yes to the absurdity that is this life on earth, and, instead of automatically limiting my ideas as unrealistic or naive, seeing what I can get away with.

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