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Rude Awakening

This past President’s Day I awoke fairly early for a non-work day – 7:00 AM. Sunlight was peaking through the curtains in my bedroom so I laid in bed for a few minutes trying to fully wake up before I would shuffle to the kitchen to start brewing my morning coffee. The sound of my phone receiving a text message 15 minutes later made me fully awake. It was a message from my “little” sister Kath, who firmly believes it is never too early in the day for hostility. I tried to gird my loins as best as I could for what I knew would surely be the beginning of yet another onslaught of accusations, demands, insults and insanity in general.
Kath: Do you have today off for the holiday? I do
Me: Yes girl I do
Kath: Why did your text just reply with your email address and separately from the text I sent you? Isn’t it a bit early for your to be up if you’re not working?
Me: I woke up right before you texted me. I went to bed at 11 so I got my eight hours of sleep. I didn’t know my text was an email. I am just replying in the body of the text you sent me.
Kath: Yeah it doesn’t say GREG at the top it says GLewis etc.
Me: Wierd
Kath: It was so cold the last two days my car didn’t start yesterday. You spelled “weird” wrong!
Me: Oh God! And what’s the temperature?
Kath: What are you going to do today? It’s supposed to be 29 but it’s 10 right now. You’re going to be 80s or 90 which is out of the norm to.
Me: Laundry, gym, clean my bedroom, do some writing and finish one of the books i am reading
Kath: Why don’t you clean the kitchen while you’re at it?
Me: How do you know it’s dirty? Maybe I cleaned it already!
Kath: I doubt it. So did you? If you cleaned it the way you “cleaned” your bathroom before I came then it really does still need to be cleaned
Kath: You didn’t answer the question
Me: Bite Me! I cleaned it already
Kath: Bite yourself and then go clean your kitchen. Haha!

Male Menopause and the Circle of Life

I’ve been going through a mid-life crisis for roughly….oh I’d say 8 years now. It started when I got laid off from my dream job at Paramount during the recession at the end of 2008. Well, I thought it was my dream job, but it probably wasn’t the best fit for me actually. Funny how the things you think will make you happy/complete don’t necessarily do so. Anyways, I was lucky to get a job at Sony in 2009 and have been working for a great boss ever since. It’s been a stable place to be during the crazy years of the recession and my boss is totally supportive of me. I originally moved to LA in order to write for tv and film. I never followed through completely with that for a myriad of reasons (lack of focus, trying to earn a living here, easily distracted, etc.). I’ve started a dozen screenplays but finished none. This lead me to believe that screenwriting probably was not the type of writing I should be doing. I’ve been trying to get back into writing over the last year and regain my focus and true purpose. So I’ve been writing for some blogs, started this blog of my own, started working on some short stories and taken some writing classes. Like most people who have lived for quite a while in LA, a city which I both love and detest, I’ve been thinking of relocating. Again, there’s a myriad of reasons for that (cost of living, huge size, difficulty in having relationships/dating, just seeking change, etc.) I keep struggling with the idea of going back for an MFA in Creative Writing. Not that i need an MFA in order to be a writer per se. There’s even lots of debate as to whether they are any good at all. Unless you want to teach at the university level, in which case an MFA degree is basically a pre-requisite. Having a Masters is always something I said I’d obtain, so I feel I should pursue that goal once again. Also, like any graduate program, it gets you into a network of peers and also (in this case) could possibly lead to a publishing deal and/or teaching opportunity. Perhaps it’s just my restless nature that seeks change every few years. I was hoping I’d have outgrown that by now. Perhaps it will forever be part of my personality. I do feel the pull South, as it is a part of the country I have visited and truly like the people that inhabit it. Also, I have family in the South (Savannah and Charleston, y’all!) and will likely have more siblings retiring there and feel the need to be closer to them all. Funny how I was once so eager to separate myself from my family to form my own identity and now, with age, feel the pull towards them once again. Maybe I am coming full circle in many ways.