Today has been the kind of March day we sometimes get in New York: crystal blue skies, a few wispy white clouds, 37 degrees and sunny.
The strangest thing happened to me this morning. A sympathy card fell off of my shelf. It was sent to me twelve years ago after my father passed away. Tomorrow is the twelfth anniversary of my father's passing. Richard Hampton Skipper was 67 when he died on Wednesday March 6, 2002 at Conway Hospital in Conway, South Carolina following an illness. THAT illness was the culmination of many things, most notably, heart dis-EASE. It came as a result of lack of exercise, poor diet, bad genes, and other unknowns. Daddy was born in Galivants Ferry. He was the son of the late Emory Lee and Getha Wallace Skipper. He was a member of Pisgah United Methodist Church and a retired welder with Carolina Pipeline. Daddy, I wish you were still physically with us.
It was also a week ago today, that my partner's mother passed away.
Things like that have been happening a lot to me lately. It has gotten me to thinking about transitions. Some are moving from one part of our lives to another. Some transitions are caused by passing on.
I don't like to use the word death because I don't feel that when a life is well lived, that "death" occurs at the end of our physical existence on this planet.
|A great transition was when I married my husband, Danny|
If anyone would have told me that I would spend twenty plus years of my life performing as Carol Channing,
|with Georga Osborne at the 2012 Bistro Awards|
Nothing lasts forever, but I do have a future and it is starting now.
I have the opportunity to move forward with the invaluable knowledge of all that has gone before this moment. With all the incredible highs that I have had in my personal and professional life, I have had equal lows.
I choose not to dwell on those, but rather to move on.
Dottie passed away several years ago and there is not a day that I don't think of her. There are reminders all around of our friendship. Dottie used to be my sounding board. At the time that she was around, I was very involved with MAC (the Manhattan Association of Cabarets and Clubs).
Dottie was my "sounding board". Anytime I wrote a notice or passage about things that were happening that I was passionate about, I would call Dottie. By the end of our conversation, what I had to say would be completely changed or I would send as it was or I would simply discard it. HER opinion mattered that much to me. I have so many fond memories with Dottie. Dottie, along with Diana Templeton and Gerta Grunen, all cabaret entertainers, were known as the three redheads.
Another person that I had that connection with was Michael Nelson. Michael was not an entertainer. However, he LOVED entertainment! He was probably one of the most supportive audience members I ever had. He came to everything!
I was reading this morning that on July 14th, Bastille Day during the summer of Love, Warner Brothers was sold for $178, 122,000 and formerly dissolved as a corporation. Harry and Albert Warner had retired and sold their interests in the 1950s, but Jack held on as a king without a realm.(Source: Road-Show). Sometimes transitions are foisted upon you!
Yesterday, I wrote about Karen Wyman who won a Bistro Award last night and tonight opens at The Metropolitan Room in NYC. I told you Karen's story because each one of us deserves to come into our own in the exact way we desire to do it. I'm at a cross roads. I've been thinking, which is better: To have ambition or to have none?There are no greater treasures than the little things. Yesterday, I also wrote in my blog on Karen that the
|with David Meulemans, David Goldwyn, and Tawny (David Drake) Heterton|
I also wrote that the outside (body) is a reflection of the inside (mind). Although being fit can mean something different to everyone, I like to define fitness as the state in which our bodies and minds function at our optimum levels.
Expanding energy will create more energy, both physically and spiritually. My friend, David Meulemans, pictured, wrote on Facebook this morning, There are people in my life who often say "that was great" and for that, I love them. There are people in my life who say "you can do better" and for that, I love them even more!
In my life there have been MANY who have stood in the way of my happiness. One thing that I am learning is that most of the time, it very little to do with me and everything to do with them.
My grandmother used to say, "What you think of me is none of my business."
I want to be the best I can be in every aspect of my life. When it comes to advice and "criticism", if it's going to help me, by all means, tell me!
If it's not, it will go
If it's going to hurt me, PLEASE keep it to yourself.
Lessons didn't stop on graduation day.
I remember my great teachers. I also remember my "bad" ones.
What makes a "bad" teacher? For me, it is someone who impedes progress.
It all started with Miss Meredith, my first grade teacher at Rehoboth Elementary School in Aynor, South Carolina.
Aynor is a small town in Horry County, South Carolina, United States, south of Galivants Ferry and 29.3 miles (47.2 km) by road northwest of Myrtle Beach.
Aynor began as the Eyenner's Farm in the mid 19th century under John Eyenner.
Oscar Hammerstein II wrote, "If you become a teacher, by your pupils you'll be taught." The same could be said for me and my blogs and interviews.
Like Karen Wyman, I believe THIS is the prime of my life. I used to think that my life truly began when I moved to New York. This summer will be thirty five years ago. That truly blows my mind.
As I get older, I'm BEGINNING to accept and embrace the first eighteen years of my life more and more.
Last month, I went home to celebrate my mom's 75th birthday, a week before my 53rd.
It had been ten years since I was last "home". There is an old saying that you can never go home again.
I am constantly learning from my subjects. That is one of the things that propels me to move forward.
Thank you EVERYONE mentioned in this blog for the gifts you have given to the world and continue to give!
With grateful XOXOXs ,
|See Karen Wyman TONIGHT at The Metropolitan Room NYC|
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