Rolling on the Coaster
A night of highs and lows and highs and lows. My son and I are very sensitive people. It's a blessing. Sometimes (ok, much of the time), it feels like a burden and it's challenging navigating a world where sensitivity is STILL, though very much MISTAKENLY, presumed to be a weakness and something to disdain. Of course, as artists, we know that this is nonsense but we still live in a world where this is a popular belief. That being said, I am grateful for my ability to feel compassion for strangers and to take on the sadness of the world. I pour what I feel and experience into my art and I am a much better actress and writer thanks to this trait. This past week, I've been mildly horrified by what's been coming out of my mouth. "Am I turning into a crotchety, cranky woman?!" This evening, I'm hoping that I was cured. I was looking for a parking spot at the supermarket before heading over to an event. Not rushed, but not able to dilly da