As David Byrne says, "How did I get here?"

You’re going to have to pinch me because I still can’t believe I have my own one-woman show. It’s surreal, you know? I’ll be backstage hearing everyone file into to the showroom and I’m like, holy shit--these people gave up their time and fought traffic and paid good money… all to see me. I feel a real sense of obligation to make it worth their while since they’ve made such an effort to get there.

It does make me crazy. I never know what kind of audience I’ll have and it’s weird; each audience seems to have its own type of collective energy. Last night they were great—I had five girls front and center who seemed to giggle at everything I said. God bless them, I’d love to plant them in the audience every night! Thursday night we had an older demographic, and though they were a much less vocal crowd, they also seemed to enjoy the show.

I heard somewhere that the definition of stress is the difference between how things are and how you want them to be. I always want to do a good show—well, actually I’d like to do a perfect show, but I know there’s no such thing—but the reality is, some are going to be better than others.

This is a learning process for me; I have to learn not to get stressed by the reality that sometimes I might not pull it off the way I want to. I think that’s why sometimes we don’t even bother to attempt to work toward goals; we worry that our efforts will result in something that sucks and so we let the vision die before it’s even born.

Let’s not do that, huh? Let’s plow through the doubt and fear. You know how I love to get on you to identify your talents and work toward sharing them with the world. Are you making progress?

Usually my BFF and cubicle buddy, Joe, hosts my show but he’s tied up this weekend. Lucky for me, my sister Lori is in town and took over his duties last night (and will again tonight, too). She did a fantastic job! Mom is also here this week and takes some good-natured ribbing during the show. And the CD playing before and after is the Red Haired Strangers, my son-in-law’s band. Keeping it all in the family!

Enjoy and have a great weekend!

P.S. I’m working on a YouTube video of a couple of minutes of my show—will post soon. (Tripod this time!)