Independence Day

It’s been about two years since I posted on my blog, this blog.  The one I started to keep myself sane while working in the restaurant industry in Aspen, Colorado (A-Town).  It started semi-anonymously, though nobody who knows me, or the players, would argue that I was really trying to hide anything.  The cover up was really just a way to keep my job and not get in too much trouble for telling tales about the chaos in which I lived.

Yesterday was Independence Day.  July 4^th, 2012.  That may seem like a non sequitur, but give me a few lines to connect the two; I’m hoping it might come together.  In honor of the holiday, and in the spirit of independence, I am spending the month in New York City. 

A couple years ago, while I was writing about my bar experiences (up to a couple days ago, while I was slinging bait on my last few shifts), I had this romantic notion of how my life would be perfect, if only I could spend my days writing.  All day, every day, in a bustling city like New York, which is both 12 miles and a million lifetimes from where I grew up.

I’ve run screaming from this city more than once before, but still I felt/feel like it holds the key.  It’s time for me to dive back into the belly of the beast…and some of those stories might even weave their way into this tale.

So, I’m back online, declaring my independence and recommitting myself to actually working on, rather than just dreaming about, being a writer.  Okay, that sounded like something spewed from Dr. Phil on OWN.  I promise that this blog will maintain my voice and not devolve into some cheerleading, Stuart Smalley-esque, self help-y ridiculousness.  And, while all blogs have an element of self-absorption, I expect that if you are reading this, and you think I am veering too far into the area of me writing about me, what I think about me, and what I think you should think about me writing about me, I expect you to comment below.  Call me out.  I can take it.

I’m getting closer to where it all comes together…I hope.

I’ve left my job at the restaurant (temporarily?), but I still have lots of stories about my experiences that shouldn’t go to waste.  And I’m pretty sure that traveling around the country (and to Canada) to perform in Fringe Festivals will provide stories of its own (more on that soon).  So, this blog is still me, talking about me, and what happens to me…but now it will also be about my struggle to gain independence from the restaurant industry, my adventures in the world of the fringe and whatever else happens to catch my focus.  And I have a sort of date tomorrow night, so there’s that, too.