Never enough time to digest
today:
- finalized guest list and clustered appropriate people to tables for tomorrow
- went back home to pickup dresses for Shirley
- bought leis for Darryl and Kiere for grad tonight
- cut ie for our dance tomorrow
- secure ROD, who is the exhibiting artist at the MoAD for interactive tour with RYLA youth this coming Tuesday
- dress rehearsal with girls for tomorrow
- practiced for dance tomorrow
- review RYLA candidates with JF, determine final selection — notify final selection for start date Monday!!!!
- go to Darryl and Kiere grad at Balboa
- check in at Marriott before JF leaves the city
- final run through with all 8 dancers
- pack posters (6) and portraits (6) for hotel drop off tonight with trophies and 12 easels.
- pickup dress from Mo’s house (SHE KNOCKS IT OUT THE PARK!!!)
Finally home, and can’t believe i made It through all that without mentioning how much we had to work through getting through everyone’s shit.
parent shit, teenage shit, politic shit, weird energy shit.
every shit you can think of, we’ve encumbered.
and I’m still here sifting through shit hoping, no KNOWING i need to make time for FEE’s SHIT or else I’ll be all outta gas, fucks and love to care.
im so damn glad I’ll have someone there who actually cares about me — who cares that I’m rested, fed, and overall well.
who will provide enough attention for me to pay attention to myself and my own needs.
Not calling him one but i bet that’s the point of significant others.
to remind you to cater to self. To be in love with self, to remind you not to get lost in the world or doing for the world.
that caring for self is just as important for the whole as actively helping the whole.
I almost don’t care at all what anyone will think.
this has been everything I’ve been asking for.
someone to be for me, and not get afraid or lost in the shadow of Fee to miss these true moments of connection.
i don’t give a fuck where this is going. I’m so damn happy for now.
I feel so saved by his damn attention it’s crazy.