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Turn that frown, upside-down!

Hey Squirrels,

I’m going to make this quick, because, well, I’m in a lot of pain over here.  See– I’m having a bit of a prastinatey-slash-can’t-decide-what-I-want-to-do-most-with-myself kind of day over here (hey, what else is new?), so I’m, um, “multitasking”… I wanted to update my blog and I also wanted to practise my silks a bit so I’m doing both.  Simultaneously.  Getting rug burn (well, silk burn…) on my feet as I write this. But that’s like, the least of my worries right now.  I’m actually upside-down.  NOT kidding.

Last week I wrote about insecurities week (and I had every right too, and if you felt it too, you’re welcome..), and this week I’m going to write about the opposite of that.  Um, securities.  Ok it doesn’t really have the same ring, does it?  Well anyways… Ow.. this is hurting… Got to get on with it.

See squirrels?  I think that sometimes you have to get out of your comfort zone a bit, just to see what you can do.  Or like, maybe so the other thing doesn’t seem so bad (when you look at it from another angle?), so you can get back to it, and like, it’s way easier or something.  I’m moving.  Did I tell you that?  To the complete opposite end of town.  With my best friend (twin) from grade 1 in Sudbury.  And a cat.  Serious.  It’s going to be awesome.  I’m moving in like 3 days or something.  Jesus, I really should be packing!  Haven’t even started yet!  Ow ow ow… Enough about that.

“Reframing”.  Have you ever heard of that?  Those “NLP” people are all over it, not that I’m an expert or anything… So are comedians.  Like if your parents/boyfriends/clients/random people from your neighbourhood are psycho, instead of saying, “God, why all these psychos?  Why me?  Why do I always get the crazies?” and so on, you could look at it like “Geez, I must be special!  Everyone is just crazy about me!” or something.  Ow ow ow.  (What was I thinking?!?) I don’t generally use fancy terms, but I like looking at the brightside, you know?  I’ve always kind of felt that way (although I can’t say I’ve always put it into practice…).    Looking at life from another angle.

You know something?  When I get out of these silks, life down below is going to feel a lot better than it did yesterday, and like, especially right now… Cause my feet hurt and all the blood has rushed to my head and it kind of hurts, right?  So standing up straight doesn’t seem like such a bad idea, when you look at it that way…

Some good news from today:  I seem to have convinced (aka tricked) (one of) my agent(s) to take me back on the roster, and it looks like maybe I’m going to be needed again for stuff, which isn’t so bad, cause I get bored when I have too much time on my hands, and I don’t appreciate it, and I get nothing done.  Really.  Nada.  Anyways, nothing is so terrible if you’re willing to look at it the right way.  You can get paid to read?  What’s so bad about that, right??  I like any job that has a start and end date up front and honestly.  Just show up, and then leave, and never talk to us ever again, please.  I think I can live with that!

I’m going to get a new wig– a pink one!– just for fun.  Serious.  And then, if I get bored with that, maybe a blue one, and then maybe a green one.  Why not?  If I ever have to go through chemo for something (which I won’t… but you just never know), it won’t be so bad, ’cause I’ll already have the wigs anyway.  No one will tell the difference.

Speaking of weird health things, my mom seems to be doing better– not that we talk, really, ever– she had that crazy  CCSVI surgery done in Cali and apparently didn’t need any “stints” in her veins (which is apparently “good”?, right? what do I know?) She says she won’t know if it’s really working for at least 6 months or something, but her hands feel warm, which is apparently a good sign.  (Sigh of relief!!!).  Mine too.  I’m sweaty-McSweaterson down here… Aaaargh….

Sometimes I write letters to myself, but then sign them as someone else (someone I like, for example…), and then send them to myself (this is pretty easy to pull off– I have soooooo many email accounts now… even though I’m pretty sure it would work with just the one..).  I say things like “Dear Squirrel Power/Marianne/Mari B/Whatever I feel like being called that day..  You’re so freaking AWESOME, you know?  Eeeesh.  I just LOVE YOU!!! Just had to write you a letter to let you know, you know, how freaking awesome and amazing you are.  Oh my God, I’m getting hot just writing this.  Oh yes, you’re so awesome, I have to go take care of something, and then come back later and write you another letter, telling you how awesome that was, you know, touching myself and thinking about your own special kind of awesomeness…”  and so forth.  They always make me feel better.  Sometimes I write them in the night, and then forget about them, and then when I wake up in the morning (or, whenever I get around to waking up…) I read them, and they really make my day.  So, basically, I’m staking myself.  And I’m doing a WAY BETTER JOB at it then any of those other crazie

s I’ve had to deal with in recent years, SO THERE.

See?  Don’t feel bad.  It’s not just you.  Someone else out there (ie.: me..), is even crazier than you.  You should try this stuff sometimes.  Now go on, get to…

I can’t feel my feet so I gotta go….

Love ya!
xoxox

SP

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