Mary Beth rolled out the Friday Five today:
"What lifts you up when you are low or troubled? Who helps you remember that you are not alone, it's getting better all the time, etc.?"
1. Music. There are certain songs that help me cry it out, after which feeling better ensues:
"Kiss From a Rose"
"Life's a Long Song"
"After the Gold Rush"
For just three examples.
2. The ever widening creativity of our species to lift each other up, for example:
3. Being able to do an improv class or performance through my teacher. Just did a "Harold" workshop. If you've never seen one, they are wonderful. I personally do the Del Close version, if you are an aficionado and know what I'm talking about.
4. My dear friends, Janis and Paul, whose kindness and open arms remind me that I do not have to shovel the mountain of crap that is so often my life, alone.
5. Last, but never ever ever ever least, my son. Wonderboy. He's just passed me in height this last week and he's not even 12! His intelligence, empathy and endless humor are things this world is going to need and keeping him safe and going the right direction down the treacherous path of childhood call me to task every single day.
And the bonus round:
I do not care for "Jingle Bell Rock." I am a shameless traditionalist and much prefer the classics, and then I like to write rude lyrics to them! Like "Jingle Bills", "Good Steve Wences drove his car, over part of Steven." Because I'm strange like that.