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July 13, 2014
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I’ve fallen and I can’t get up...


In fact, for the first time in more than a year, I did not leave the house. I slept during the day. I slept at night. While awake, I fantasized about sleeping for months at a time and wondering if anyone would even notice that I was gone. I thought about the last year and all that has transpired. I silently gave thanks for my wonderful friends and family and the support they provide and then I cried some more.

Upon reflection, I realized that it is possible that I have kept myself so incredibly busy in order to avoid the grieving process that is really necessary for all of us, when faced with a loss of any kind. I love my life here. I love my friends, my work, and my community. Maybe I just needed to stop for a minute, so my body did it for me. Maybe I need a vacation. Maybe I don’t need permission to relax or feel guilty about not getting out to every gallery, every performance, every parade. What I would like to do is thank every single person who reads this column and goes out of their way to approach me and give me their own humble opinion about it.

The amount of feedback is incredible and truly (dare I say it?) humbling. Without you, the reader, I am nothing, and my gratitude is most sincere. Naturally, not everyone is a fan (this is what makes the world go ‘round), but even critical comments are valued and respected. If I can manage to get through the week without calamity, I should be back out on the road shortly. Meanwhile, I am going back to bed.