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Bits and Pieces
Oct. 5th, 2009 04:45 pmLullaby Of Broadway is over and done, and I managed to survive and even have a pretty good time. Apologies for all of my wembling and fretting; sometimes it just helps to get the worry-words out of my head and onto paper (or electrons, as the case may be); I can look at them there and they seem a lot easier to face than they do when they're just thoughts and ideas.
On another note, it's interesting - of all the compliments I got this weekend, the one that meant the most to me, and made the most impact, was being told that it was fun to make me laugh. As much as I worry about being good at other things, and what people think, this still seemed like one of the nicest and most positive things I've ever been told.
And on yet another completely different note, I've remembered one of the many reasons why I adore fall. It is, at least here in New England, the most colorful of all seasons. Spring is exciting and joyful, and summer is warm and luscious, but fall is full of such gloriously bright, energetic, vibrant colors that I can't help but smile as I look around - and this is even before full leafturn is upon us. Fall flowers have the strongest colors, like they know it's their job to fill us up full of energy and enthusiasm and reds and golds and purples before the world is hidden by a blanket of gray and white for the next four or five months. And the sun is bright enough to make everything glow, without the oversaturation that sometimes hits in high summer. In a week or two I'll be lamenting the loss of short-sleeve weather, but right now I'm reveling in chrysanthemums and maple leaves and the last of the glorious sunny days....
On another note, it's interesting - of all the compliments I got this weekend, the one that meant the most to me, and made the most impact, was being told that it was fun to make me laugh. As much as I worry about being good at other things, and what people think, this still seemed like one of the nicest and most positive things I've ever been told.
And on yet another completely different note, I've remembered one of the many reasons why I adore fall. It is, at least here in New England, the most colorful of all seasons. Spring is exciting and joyful, and summer is warm and luscious, but fall is full of such gloriously bright, energetic, vibrant colors that I can't help but smile as I look around - and this is even before full leafturn is upon us. Fall flowers have the strongest colors, like they know it's their job to fill us up full of energy and enthusiasm and reds and golds and purples before the world is hidden by a blanket of gray and white for the next four or five months. And the sun is bright enough to make everything glow, without the oversaturation that sometimes hits in high summer. In a week or two I'll be lamenting the loss of short-sleeve weather, but right now I'm reveling in chrysanthemums and maple leaves and the last of the glorious sunny days....
