I have not been posting because I've been busy with things like this! calendar.walkerart.org/event.wac?id=2052

And this! http://www.mnartists.org/work.do?rid=79226

I was in a dance performance that sold out both shows--a first for me. For the past three months I've gotten through hiring 15 new people for my job, taking a class, 2 dance performances, practicing 2-3 times a week for another one in January, a turkey dinner AND a stolen car.

Did anyone else set their turkey on fire on Thanksgiving? We might have...

I'm going to ride out this fabulous mood, with its optimism and sense of well being, for as long as I can. I found out that I'm going to live out a dream of mine this week, but I can't say until it's official. My landlord has an overgrown, organic garden that displays new blooms every other week. I love August and September for the butterflies I see flying around whereever I go--on the U of M walking bridge, at Chipolte, and a whole family of them in the crazy garden in my front yard. I know its very 4th grade unicorn and ponies for me to like them, but they give me a sense of renewal and good fortune, which I think is unique for autumn since you are watching so many things die and hibernate. They fly with jagged energy but graciousness. I hope you find some good luck today too.

I wrote this last night, Labor Day:

Do you ever get surprised with feelings of unannounced anticipation? I spent the weekend sleeping and watching TV from a little virus and a long summer. I've been quiet and inside myself a bit. Nothing extraordinary has happened lately. Today I slept in, cleaned, read a book in the sun, went to a movie, and gave myself a haircut. But it's still there...waiting for the unexpected, like checking the mailbox for a letter in the mail that will tell me that I've won something.

I go through phases like this sometimes, or maybe I'm just caught up in the rhythm of the shcool year embedded in my brain and body--I lay low for a time, think my thoughts, watch the world around me go by, and then I get so excited, wanting to throw myself into it. Nothing there really to jump into. But that's what's exciting, just knowing there is something new to visit, an unopened present, a gasp just inside my throat I'm waiting to exhale.

I feel prepared, aware, comfortable in my skin. I have met myself again, at an end of summer BBQ, and it's been so long I've forgotten those things I delight in that I can't wait to reintroduce her to my friends. I don't know what is next . It's just Next and that's enough to get excited. Ever feel that way?