comfort zones

Post date: Nov 27, 2010 6:34:16 PM

Spiced cider and hot chocolate days have come, and I'm looking back on my latest trip around the sun.

This year was different than most, in that I actually completed something and got it out into the world. After the first big celebration, my Perfectly Revolting Tea Party (a love-fest at which no political actions were made), I tried out the life of an author who does readings and book signings and media interviews.

As much as I thought I'd take right to this excitement, being the social butterfly that I am, I quickly discovered its dark side: the surrounding panic. Nothing bad ever happened (except the usual cascade of chaos) but stepping out of my rut was a tad stressfull. And artsy fartsies have to step out of their comfort zones all the time. Even my friend Alexa, opera soprano and righteous diva, says she freaks out before showtime. Even my friend Mike, famous movie writer, calls people in the middle of the night and eats Tums by the fist-full.

So on my list of things to do is figure out how to handle the