#KindnessCounts

So a good friend of mine and I were texting back and forth, when he asked me today... Did you miss LA? I've been here for two days and last night I cried to my husband because I was extremely overwhelmed and confused about everything going on (and not going on) and didn't know what else to do. Soooo....did I miss LA?  I don't even know LA! I'm a very social and extroverted person.  I need interaction with people and friends to keep me motivated and feeling fresh.  I also need dance or exercise to keep me happy.  The past two days, I got thrown back into the city after coming from a GREAT contract where I had motivation and a driving force everyday--performing and choreographing.  I was surrounded by friends, exercising was part of my day, and I had a very solid routine.  The only problem there was that I was away from Matt for three months and the longing for him got to me more than I was prepared for.  Here, I've been basically isolated for two ...

AHHHHH!  So much pumpkin and fun things to bake and not enough time! Not to mention, not enough supplies in this dang cast housing.  Don't get me wrong, it's some of the best cast housing I've ever experienced but not anything for a baker.  And I flew here so I had to be frugal with what I did bring. Sigh.  Don't worry though, I'm gonna bake up and storm and it's gonna be great! :)

Some poetry on a Sunday afternoon... Her Hair Ravens gestures spanned far and wide  As she smiled and laughed Looking up at the ceiling with that far away look. The look that comes when thinking of an old friend Or a beloved dog Or some young ill advised escapade.   She talked about her hair And the phases it went through And in turn, shared her life.  Ravens hair was still a deep espresso-black and a statement.   Yet, she, like most of us, couldn't help but express  The power The love  Of her hair.   Funny how we put so much importance on a thing undoubtedly so small.  A power and love that men will never really understand.   Then again, maybe we don't either.