What do you do when your words won’t work anymore?
In about an hour I am going to my dear friend, Emily’s home to curl her hair for a wedding. I’m also seeing her & some friends tomorrow for Smyrna Pride. Two feelings: 1. Good sign if I see one friend twice in one weekend, and 2. Looking forward to a calmer pride.
One of my favorite sillies is when my friend, Christina, and I dressed to the nines for pride a few years ago, then ended up staying in her condo watching SEX AND THE CITY.
I type in all-caps because someone who I was gobsmacked over wrote her titles in all-caps. “We become what we love.”
Went on a spontaneous road-trip to Athens, GA and back yesterday. 8 out of 10 stars. My outfit was not ideal - I’m obsessed with this yellow sweater vest I got from ThredUp, but it’s too hawut righyut nowuh. Also, gym shorts - who the hell have I become? My most exciting find: Maira Kalman’s THE PRINCIPLES OF UNCERTAINTY for $13.
My friend, Pat, is traveling with THE BOOK OF MORMON tour right now, and has been parking at my crib each day while he works at the Fox - there’s something wonderfully cozy about this. Pat is Katherine’s longtime boyfy. I went to the show the other night, and Pat and I walked back together. I asked him again about his relationship to his work after all of his schooling to get here - I could only ever dream about being on tour like that; it’s so far out of my realm of possibility, honestly, but fun to consider. (Would I tech? Would I assist? Would I act, sell, manage?) Anyway, his relationship to his work is wonderfully practical. Artistic work: a practical business.
My friend, Cole, joked a short while back about my onstage persona: he suggested that if I brought that self to the office I’d be closer to an ideal employee. To that I say: beignet, donut (been there, done that,) Cole-son. But it did make me think… thick professional walls when I did stand-up onstage last year. Lots of insecurity when I hosted “Bandter” on ATL Live. But in offices, I like to stir laughter and joy. I’m good at just working for that dolla-dolla-bill, y’all. (Sorry)
Raised my petsitting prices today after much encouragement, and I feel a bit nauseous. It has me reflecting on my relationship to money entirely. Didn’t see much of it as a younger person. Now, enjoy the frequency of freedom it can allow if handled properly. Joke about being rich, and for my mom’s convenience, so - making a lot of money for sharing my art is le goal. Petsitting is supplemental. I think that is why I felt funny - I ended up going back and meeting in the middle on those prices; a small increase to match competition and cover Rover’s new fee increase. If you have any advice on freelance and contract work/pricing/handling for creative work, I would like to chat. Am doing some other work and am sort of walking in the dark as my own agent/manager.
Missing some folks today. Why the hell did I delete Facebook? (Instagram is hanging on by a thread.) I’m missing a multitude of folks! Just thinking about a lot of you lately is all. We need people.
Need to hop in shower and take care of business. Peace. Love you.