What the hell? Those are the words I had been mumbling to myself over the past few months before Julie pointed out I should probably change my mantra to the classic Bruce Lee advice of “Be Like Water.”

Go with the flow, man.

These past three months have been anything short of insane and the only common denominator I can find is the element of surprise. Not a single thing that has occurred has been the result of some well devised plan, rather it has been a mix of happy accidents, strange occurrences or all out mind effs.

After finishing up directing my first show I vowed to take a break from theatre only to get a surprise email from a long lost friend who suggested I audition for a stellar available role in a show that one missing one key player. I took the bait and made what some people are referring to as “my stellar return.” I didn’t know I really had left,  but I guess the bitch is back. Well, at least for a limited engagement as my schedule allows.

Before I agreed to do the show I decided to move and rather unexpectedly found a great place owned by a friend located in the Gordon Square Arts district. So I started to mentally prepare to move, I gave notice to my current landlord,  put down a deposit,  and naturally, that’s when all hell breaks loose.  In the middle of performances my mom calls with the news she has to have open heart surgery for a rare heart condition.  Fuck, this is a rude awakening.

I work for the most understanding manager ever who shoos me away to be with my family before I barely have time to throw my MacBook, dog and laundry into my Saturn. The very SUV that had to have a sudden wheel baring replacement the day before I was able to leave. This was in between rushing to get my new license and registration because surprise,  my license would expire the day after I arrived in Virginia. I  take a decent license picture despite only getting about three hours of sleep the night before.  The lack of sleep is cause by a rather unexpected makeout session the night before. Yaaaaahhhh, that’s another story in itself and I will just say Bruce Lee him self appeared to me in a vision telling me to “go with the flow.”

Mom is peacefully recovering, I’ve been able to pound out some decent design work and I then take a  look at what I planned while life was swirling around me and I GASP to see in the next four week I have scheduled an INSANE amount of concerts, sporting events, festivals, appointments, packing, moving  unpacking and I even threw in a trip to Philly over the Forth of July for good measure. OH MY GOD.

I’m glad I have another week of relative calm before I am thrown into the next storm. I also realize that this is the pace of my life, but I just don’t usually have three weeks to pause and catch my breath. I wouldn’t have it any other way but I do need to really consider getting a midget to be my personal assistant. I mean Chelsea Handler has a Latin midget named Chuy. I want a small German midget named Klaus. My own midget assistant – that’s how I will know I have truly arrived.

“Don’t get set into one form, adapt it and build your own, and let it grow, be like water. Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless — like water. Now you put water in a cup, it becomes the cup; You put water into a bottle it becomes the bottle; You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.”  – Bruce Lee