Another show is rolling around this week. It's been a hard year. We have a new director and the learning curve has been huge for her. This is only my second year helping so I'm still doing the learning thing as well. Plus the disappointment about Rachel's role has tinged the whole thing with some bitterness for me.
But here it is, and I'm glad it is. I don't know if I could stand much more drama and work. Every year I think I'll get stuff done ahead of time and every year I get it done at the last minute. Well, not the exact last minute this year, but late enough that I'm waking up at 3 every morning in a cold sweat worry about it.
Other things to think about...the anniversary of my mother's death rolled around at the beginning of March. This got me to thinking about her obituary, among other things. And what an idiotic one it was because the man my mother was married to for 25 years asked his daughter (my half-sister) to write it. It was written in an interesting manner, but it bore little truth. Of course, it is not really polite to tell the whole truth sometimes (especially in an obituary, especially in the South) but this was a bit past sugar-coated.
Anyway, I got to thinking about how I would rewrite (or how I would have written) the obit and then started thinking about my own obituary. What could be said about me, to make my life interesting, meaningful, missed? Yes, I do have these moments. No, they aren't always healthy, but there they are.
What would you say in your obituary?