Away with thee, Drama!
Aug. 14th, 2007 01:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelleThat there will be drama at the Renaissance Faire is a given. That it will swirl over, around, under and past me is something to which I have already resigned myself. Some of it came at me Saturday, some of it came at me today. C'est la vie.
But you know what? Who cares? There's always drama around me, and I just don't care. I have wonderful, fabulous people in my life, I have my corsets surrounding me with beauty, and I have a job doing something I love beyond measure. I have the best Local in the Guild-- all our horrendous luck notwithstanding. My life fucking rocks, and I'm insanely grateful for it. I have a roof over my head, a supportive and loving if sometimes dysfunctional family, a dog to end all dogs (the latest in a line of beyond-compare canines), and a rich, vibrant tapestry of jaw-droppingly amazing friends. (And yes, grand cats. They're reminding me how much more they'll yak on if I don't mention them, too.)
I'm not really worried about my health. Yeah, there's stuff going on, but it's not going to kill me. I'm more worried about bidding a sad farewell to cheeseburgers, really. THAT I don't know if I could do, if required.
So I'm grateful. I'm incredibly, incredibly grateful. I put into words today something that I haven't realised I do: when negative comes at you, whenever possible, put it back out as positive. Someone I love dearly came hesitantly to me today with gossip and negativity that'd come at her, wanting to clear everything up. We did, and it was a very positive discussion. And once that was done, I called the fabulous Craig simply to tell him how very much I appreciated everything he did to make the booth happen this year, and that I understood it was far, far more than he'd signed up for, and that when it comes time to build my structure on the other side, we'll draw up an agreement that'll be eminently more fair and financially worthwhile for him. He also said the magic word: subcontractors. Woot!
It's a lot of angst and agita from opening weekend-- everyone's stressed about getting the show up and running, and then we had a slow weekend. A slow, brutally hot weekend. Once we get settled and everyone starts making money and remembering that there are far duller and less fun ways to make a buck, it'll be fine. I'm glad I got to take Ryan with me to her first-ever ren faire: I think her wide-eyed enthusiasm for the faire reminded a lot of people just how very lucky we are to be able to live in this crazy, wild, unconventional manner.
I bitch and moan and complain sometimes, but I am, on the whole, insanely grateful for my life.
But you know what? Who cares? There's always drama around me, and I just don't care. I have wonderful, fabulous people in my life, I have my corsets surrounding me with beauty, and I have a job doing something I love beyond measure. I have the best Local in the Guild-- all our horrendous luck notwithstanding. My life fucking rocks, and I'm insanely grateful for it. I have a roof over my head, a supportive and loving if sometimes dysfunctional family, a dog to end all dogs (the latest in a line of beyond-compare canines), and a rich, vibrant tapestry of jaw-droppingly amazing friends. (And yes, grand cats. They're reminding me how much more they'll yak on if I don't mention them, too.)
I'm not really worried about my health. Yeah, there's stuff going on, but it's not going to kill me. I'm more worried about bidding a sad farewell to cheeseburgers, really. THAT I don't know if I could do, if required.
So I'm grateful. I'm incredibly, incredibly grateful. I put into words today something that I haven't realised I do: when negative comes at you, whenever possible, put it back out as positive. Someone I love dearly came hesitantly to me today with gossip and negativity that'd come at her, wanting to clear everything up. We did, and it was a very positive discussion. And once that was done, I called the fabulous Craig simply to tell him how very much I appreciated everything he did to make the booth happen this year, and that I understood it was far, far more than he'd signed up for, and that when it comes time to build my structure on the other side, we'll draw up an agreement that'll be eminently more fair and financially worthwhile for him. He also said the magic word: subcontractors. Woot!
It's a lot of angst and agita from opening weekend-- everyone's stressed about getting the show up and running, and then we had a slow weekend. A slow, brutally hot weekend. Once we get settled and everyone starts making money and remembering that there are far duller and less fun ways to make a buck, it'll be fine. I'm glad I got to take Ryan with me to her first-ever ren faire: I think her wide-eyed enthusiasm for the faire reminded a lot of people just how very lucky we are to be able to live in this crazy, wild, unconventional manner.
I bitch and moan and complain sometimes, but I am, on the whole, insanely grateful for my life.