2025...Shitstorms are real

I’m going to do myself a kindness and NOT do a deep, reflective dive into the year that was…a shitstorm.

The sun is finally setting on 2025. BYE FELICIA!!!!

I anticipated a swift, head spinning dive into fascism, and it was/is worse than I even anticipated. We are the bad guy, and it sucks beyond measure. I can’t comprehend the devastation to people. To families. To Earth. And I will never understand how we allow these bad actors to continue in power. Such a HUGE WTF!!!

My personal year? I turned 60. That’s fine. I got to Paris for the first time. That was glorious. My marriage saves me every day. My family continues to lift my spirits, and I am grateful. My friends are the best in the world. My son needs to call me back. That would be nice.

Professionally? This was the first year since moving to Los Angeles in 1998 that I did not do ONE JOB on camera. A tough reality. Hard to swallow.

I did lots of improv, and put my one woman show up a few times. I’m not done yet, despite what Hollywood may think. “and yet, she persisted”. I’m still a work in PROGRESS!

2026.
Now what?

My chosen motto: Show up!!! Keep showing up. For myself, for others, for community, for those who cannot.

Yea. My goal is to keep showing up.

Thank you to all those who continue to show up. With positivity, kindness, encouragement, smiles, cute memes, and invitations. I appreciate you.

That’s it.

Now, to find a good movie to take my ass to at least 10:00 before bed. Do I look forward to the new year? Sure. Much the same as I would look forward to getting out of wet clothes after falling through the ice in a lake. It’s all survival at this point, or so it seems.

Find your people. Hold them close. Keep smiling. Remain hopeful. And for God’s sake chooooose kindness.

Bless.

XOMO

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