Every year, the month of December becomes a headlong rush towards the new year, with too much to do and it often feels like I’m hurtling forward without the ability to slow down and enjoy it all. Â But, I figured that this year, because I’m not working, I have more time in my days and therefore everything won’t feel so crazy rushed. Â Only partially true. Â I still am the mistress of procrastination and things get done at the last minute, so today happened…
Earlier this week, I was invited to participate in the Holiday Artist Market at 25CPW Gallery today, to be part of a table of four artists from the West Side YMCA Artworks program. Â Of course, I felt like I needed to make some more earrings, to replenish my stock and so after I got home from the pottery studio last night (at about 10:30pm) I began to work. Â The thing is, when I get into an ADHD hyperfocus groove, time seems to pass without my realizing it. Â The next thing I know, I looked up at the clock and it was 5:30am. Â By the time I got to bed it was 6am, so, I slept for a grand total of 3 1/2 hours. Â Oops.
Got up, got dressed, ran over to the Artist Market and set up our table for a 12pm start. Â Each of us took a shift (mine began at 6pm), so I ran home, ate a quick lunch, changed clothes and then met up with my friend Oona to go to the theater. Â My wonderful bestie, Genevieve, bought tickets for us to go see Grace on Broadway at the matinee this afternoon (thank you, Gen!) Â Unfortunately, she couldn’t make it to town this weekend, so Oona went with me. Â It was truly wonderful, not just because the show was so great (it really, really was), but because after, we got to go backstage and spend some time with Ed Asner in his dressing room. Â Ed and my mother have been friends since he was a young, unknown actor in New York City, and she was an assistant casting director at CBS.
He and my parents stay in touch and see each occasionally, usually when Ed is in Florida performing, but I hadn’t seen him since I was 18 years old and he was starring in the pre-Broadway run of Born Yesterday in Boston. Â He got me a house seat and then took me out to dinner. Â So it was truly lovely to see him 24 years later, after a wonderful performance in a great show and to have him be just as I remembered — funny and foulmouthed and effusive and feeling like family.
If that’s all the day had in store, it would have been enough, more than enough. Â But the day continued on and after a quick coffee with Oona, I headed to my shift at the Artist Market and spent the evening talking to interesting people and looking at some fantastic art, and even selling a few things along the way (thanks Oona and Moe-Swe!) Â It went longer than originally intended, but there was terrific live music and it felt like just the place I needed to be.
But the downside of so much good stuff in one day (and so little sleep) is that I am overtired and overstimulated, and decided to skip a friend’s holiday party in Park Slope (sorry, Liz, hopefully next year!) that I really wanted to go to, because I’m practically useless at this point. Â This post is happening partially because I promised myself that I would not miss a single Holidailies this year, but also as a brain dump to help wind me down. Â And it’s happening on fumes. Â When it’s done, it will be lights out on the Upper West Side. Â But before I end up unconscious, I just wanted to reflect on a very good day, after a strange and sometimes difficult week.
It’s good to be busy again…