Eat Rainbows-Poop Butterflies!

I thrive on stress. I guess this is one of the main reasons I am so addicted to New York City. New York=Stress=Me being fruitful. I am inspired by stress. Right now, I am writing this blog because of a lot of stress.

I know that these statements seem to negate my last blog's preachings of deceiving all of your senses into believing that you are absolutely not in a stressful situation, and therefore, it would appear as if I am constantly tricking myself into believing that I am NOT stressed (at the beach drinking a Pina Colada) and hence NOT being fruitful because of my seemingly not stressful situation, but the truth of the matter is (sorry about the run on sentence-I swear I won the English award in Junior High)...the stress is what inspires me to even begin deceiving myself into thinking that I am NOT in a stressful situation, which does relax me a little (for example, I am thinking about the Caribbean Ocean while I am waiting to sing at a Broadway casting call), but I wouldn't even be thinking about the Caribbean Ocean if I didn't have the stressful situation of waiting to enter a room to sing in front of the musical director, director, and choreographer of a Broadway show.

I think that we are all on edge when we are stressed because of the fight or flight syndrome that comes into play when we are faced with a reality that includes life changing moments and/or decisions, pressure (either self-inflicted or applied by others-probably self-inflicted most of the time), and the endless battle with time that never seems to expand enough to accommodate all of the things that I have to accomplish within a 24 hour period.

Sometimes, I wish that I knew how to access a worm-hole instead of taking a subway from all the way uptown in Inwood to a place like China Town in New York, which is where jump on the Fung Wah bus to get from New York to Boston. Obviously, we need to learn more about Worm Holes and whether or not they even exist out in the galaxy before hoping for one inside the Earth's atmosphere...I mean, teleportation would be ideal, but I don't really desire to show up in China Town with my arm sticking out of my head when when I am put back together after defragmentation-I stick out enough when I am down here.

So, I have to say that I indirectly do love stress. I think that I have to admit that to myself. I mean, I complain about it, and I always am finding ways and recommending ways to people to alleviate it (I drink catnip tea every night, do Bikram Yoga, get massages, and tell myself that I am on the beach...a lot)..But, I really like all of these hobbies, and I wouldn't even do them in the first place if I didn't have a reason to apply them like butter on toast to my life. And, boy, do I love butter.

Hmmm, interesting. My current "alleviations" of stress are kind of like everything tasty that goes into a meal. My life is chock full of auditioning, meeting new people, racing around, commuting, commuting, did I mention commuting for sometimes 3 or 4 hours a day?, taking class, dancing with 13 year olds at Bar and Bat Mitvahs (that is my side job on the weekends)...believe me, all if these things really all don't fit into my 14 hour day that I create for myself, so do you think that I would actually treat myself to a a yoga class or a massage if I didn't view it as medicine in order to make a little more super human and bring me that much closer to maybe flying from one audition to the next?

So, by applying this medicinal butter to my life, I actually give myself a little bit of flavor-a little something different added to my standard (well, standard for me) every day activities. The massage it definitely the butter. I actually have never had a professional massage in my life, but I am having my first one done in a couple of weeks with a man that was recommended to me by another dancer. If butter makes toast richer and tastier, well, I can just hope that the massage will do this for me. Once he works out all of that built up lactic acid, I think that a cannibal would be much more interested in eating me...haha.

Let me make a wine analogy. You go out and buy a 100 dollar bottle of wine. Are you going to open it and drink it right away, or are you going to let it sit out on your table for an hour with its cork off and let it oxygenate in order for you to be able to actually taste its complexity-that complexity that you know is very much owed to you. How can you oxygenate and know your true potential until you sit still and let the air do it's work on you to make your best flavors and attributes really blossom-the flavors and attributes that you know are in there somewhere-the flavors and attributes that you know are very much owed to you.

Again, I know that this statement makes it seem as if I am saying to slow down so that you can simmer and let your flavors permeate-well, I am, but I know that a lot of us need a circuitous route to get us there to trick ourselves into thinking that we are not treating ourselves too much and being lazy, so by using the stress in my life as an instigator to drive me to apply the medicinal butter, I am now marinating as some spices are being injected from the yoga or moment of silence as all of my life experience is starting to coagulate and make sense.

For me, stress=inspiration=relax=marinate=growth=productivity that is more is more ripe than it would have been if I just continued to run around like that headless chicken that I unfortunately know too well...I know that chicken baked, roasted, fried, sauteed and grilled-all dry and flavorless. At least now, I can go back to the state of the headless chicken as maybe a grilled pesto and black pepper headless chicken after a day at the beach (on the A train pretending I am at the beach) or a pot of catnip tea (by the way, catnip tea is a muscle relaxer, and yes, it is the same catnip that you give to your cats-very effective-google it!)

I will leave you with this quote from the exquisitely and reminiscently innocent movie Horton Hears a Who, stated gleefully by Katie the yellow puffball animal (I truly cannot identify her species).: "The people on my planet all eat rainbows and poop out butterflies" This just makes me happy....maybe strange, but, many of us find comfort in some of our favorite quotes by hanging them on the wall needle point style or knowing that there is a book on our desk chock full of them...I think that these quotes say a lot about our individualities...and eccentricities if so applicable. I guess my extreme love for children's characters and the ridiculous may indeed be eccentric, but it keeps me young at heart; also, more importantly, who puts oneself in an imaginary world more convincingly and all-encompassing-ly than a child? Talk about a deception stress reliever. *DSR*

sweet!