It is stupid hot today. Has been for the last 3 or 4 days. And just to make life extra fun, these wildfires are pumping so much soot into the air that every morning I wake up feeling like I’ve been drinking sand. (Yeah, never mind the people who have lost their homes or their lives, let’s listen to ME complain. I have REAL problems).
Aside from my current activities as an air quality monitor, the main thing that occupies my time, energy, and free brain cells is my upcoming trip to South Africa. It is just about all I can think about. That and the season finale of Weeds, and the filler-episode-before-the-season-finale that was True Blood last night. But I haven’t really been talking about those. Oh, my, Jesus, have I EVER been talking about South Africa. It is the light of my life, and my reason for living. I cannot believe I am actually going to escape for almost an entire month. I get to jump off the hamster wheel. I’m hoping that somehow the wheel breaks and I can never go back. Even in the days leading up to the trip, I don’t have to worry about the BS of the day to day, because I can always go bask in delightful thoughts of what book to read on the plane, and whether or not to pack a sun hat. How did this happen? How did this trip manifest itself with out me some how stupidly turning it down?
In Improv, they tell you to always say YES. Whatever someone says to you, say YES, because that’s the only way you are going to go anywhere in the scene, and the story that you are creating. Saying no is like slamming the door on something. Where can you go through a closed door? An open door has loads of possibility on the other side.
Normally in life, I tend to slam doors. Nope, can’t. Too busy. Too broke. Gotta work. Sorry.
No, you know what? Saying I slam them is making it sound too close to something exciting. In reality, I politely and delicately close them almost like I’m trying not to wake a baby, after shooing the opportunity gently away and hoping I’m not hurting it’s feelings. Saying no is so effing practical. Saying yes is the only way to make life an adventure and have some fun. This does not mean that I advocate saying YES to things like telemarketers and bad boyfriends. You gotta be able to tell the difference. That’s why God gave you instincts.