Thank You

I am amazed at the response that my little blog is getting.  Thank you all for the love.  The messages I get from people are so heartfelt and encouraging.  I guess truth begets truth and I am slowly finding my way.  To be told that reading my blog has become part of one's morning routine is such an honor.  I figured I would put some of my stories out there in hopes that people could somewhat relate.  A very wise man said to me once "stop licking your wounds, wear them as a badge of honor."  That really stuck with me and I started doing just that.  I have always felt a bit tattered anyway so why not just go with it.  Work with what I've got.  Voices from the past have crept up on me with gracious compliments and my horizon is expanding.  I usually can't be bothered with more than one or two people that I call my peeps just because that has been a safe little island for a bit, but I think it's time to venture to the mainland.

A friend called my writing lovely the other day.  That was awesome to me.  Lovely is underrated and I'm glad that part of me represents that.  Because of my day job I have so many conversations with all different kinds of people from all different walks of life and people tell me things.  It has always been this way, I don't know if  it's the freckles on my face or the way I carry myself but a lot of people spill it.  I'm ok with this, it's actually a very beautiful thing and a great source of inspiration to me.  I feel blessed that I have such a birds eye view into humanity.  I think it helps me to write from my heart.  The world is in such a state right now that any sort of connection that's good is necessary.  At this point in my life I can only speak from my small slice of the world and that happens to be here in Hollywood.  Boy, is it a doozy, I think that's why I feel like I'm on the battlefield everyday.  The view of the world through celebrity is so skewed.  People walk around here like zombies searching for approval and I just want to give them Pinkberry and a hug.  It's all going to be ok.

I remember the snow up to my waist in the winter in Massachusetts as I walked home from school.  All I cared about was the hot chocolate I would get once I was inside the warm house.  I always took my boots, gloves, hat and scarf off at the back door. Everything was slushy and wet.  I would run to the heater and just stand there.  I would think about my ballet class and wonder if I would ever get to dance in Swan Lake.  That was a long time ago and that time in front of the heater allowed me to dream.  So thank God for that snow and the cocoa,  I'm here now still in front of that heater except it's the California sun and some of those dreams have come true.