Posts in YMM
The Detanglement

For the first time in my life, I slept through my alarm. It wasn't what I call a fail-n-snooze, where you think you stealthily hit the snooze button but fail miserably and rather turn the whole damn thing off, nor did I accidentally set it to go off in the evening instead of in the too early morning. I simply snored my way through not only the alarm itself, but also its three subsequent snoozes.

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The Inevitable Changes

Life moves on, as it is ought to do. It doesn't have the same smoothness to it now, like a train steadily chugging along, but instead it lurches forward only to grind to sudden halts without warning. We have moved from the basement suite we had been living in since returning to Fort McMurray, and into a sixth floor apartment in Eagle Ridge. We have a little balcony and a kitchen with a lot of counter space. We have large windows facing south. God, how I love having a view again.

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The Mislaid Felicity

The last couple years has increasingly consisted of nice, bright sunshine with only the occasional stormy sky and frosty morning - it was warm and optimistic and had a lot of lightness to it, even when things were difficult or complicated or I hadn't slept properly for a fortnight. Such was life - and damn girl, it was good.

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The Aftermath: Let's Talk About the Weather

Too often these days, I find myself taking exuberantly long showers. Since my soccer days, back when I was a wee teenage lass, the keyword for my showers was always efficiency. The purpose of my ablution was to get as clean as possible in the shortest amount of time. Get in - get clean - get out! If it was Swedish winter - the kind were sleet and wet shoes has driven a chill deep inside your bones - I might have stuck around for a few extra minutes to regain feeling in my extremities, but that was about it.

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#YMMFire - The Roller Coaster

Last night, I had a dream. I had a dream that we were driving through our neighborhood in Fort McMurray. Odd fence-like, plastic cubes covered a lot of the houses along the way. I remember feeling sad that the newly built, obviously well loved house a few streets down from ours seemed to be gone. I remember agitating over what we would see when we turned the corner onto Brett Drive and Warren Way.

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Run For Your Wife - Intermission

Okay, it's definitely time to relax, sister. My legs are polka-dot patterned with odd bruises, my hair is a teased mess, I slept until noon - and I'm so happy. We've been running for our wives through two shows now (three, if you count preview, and several more if you count tech week). Who cares about soreness or bruises? This show is so much fun! Both on and off stage - this whole experience is a whirlwind. It's so challenging, so physical and faster than Homer spotting doughnuts.

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Run For Your Wife - Overdue Beginnings

This time around, I have a legitimate reason for not having sat my butt down and shared every thought and transformation happening during the rehearsals of Run For Your Wife with you. No, honestly, I swear! It's not that I don't have anything to say about it - on the contrary, it feels as if I can speak of this play and only this play and its people until this happens. Or this. Or even this! It's not that I've been too tired, or caught up in real life surrealistic situations or even spent too much time petting the cat - as one might have guessed.

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When We Stumble: About Burning Out

I'm not going to lie, January has been insane. We're not talking craving-liver-insane or driving-without-seatbelt-crazy or even trying-the-bathe-the-cat-nuts; the start of 2016 firmly planted itself in Hannibal Lecter meets Mad Max territory. I had it all meticulously planned out, almost down to the minute - meetings and rehearsals and planning and doing - I haven't even made it to the gym once in the new year, but so it goes.

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