Happiness Is A Choice That Sometimes Requires Discipline


It’s been so long! I’m hopeful that I can get back to blogging because I miss the community aspect of it. I’ve been so swamped I have no idea what people are up to these days.

I’ve got a show tomorrow and I’ve been sick the last 2 weeks. I did 3 shows in that time and while they were very well received, I ran on empty for far too long and blew all my reserves. Between the steroids and the zpak, I’m in a funk.

I’ve been waking up in a state of worry for weeks now. (I make a terrible patient, as I very, very rarely get sick. But that’s a tale for another time.)

I had to cancel rehearsal yesterday because I couldn’t speak more than a couple words without coughing. I was exhausted by the time I got to my car. So,  I’m doing a show tomorrow with mostly all new material ( Broadway themed, requiring acting and lots of words), only one rehearsal (today) and no idea what will come out when I try to sing. I spoke with the producer yesterday (I really like her!) And she wanted to insure that I am not cancelling. (I almost wish I could, but that would be like a career death nell, particularly considering the handfuls of tickets sold. I could never live with myself if I did, probably because I live for performing. I’m also grateful to those people for coming out!)

What to do??? CHOOSE HAPPINESS! Make the effort!!! I already feel like doodoo, why make it worse by being miserable? Misery and fear will get me, and has gotten me nowhere!

During this time I’d wake up, freaked out and try to get into a head space of acceptance.  But it rarely lasted.

They say that when you’re in a hole, stopping digging! It’s an illusion that I can dig my way out of this mess and the sooner I stop struggling, the better off I’ll be.

I decided to Google this question. Unfortunately all the responses were about black holes. Then I found this! I’m not a skier, but evidently, 20% of skiing deaths are the result of falling into tree holes. (Who knew?)

There’s nature and then human nature. Both provide life lessons. I find this lesson in nature to be spot on for my current situation!

What If I Go Down?

a) If you are sliding toward a tree well or a deep snow bank, do everything you can to avoid going down: grab branches, hug the tree, or anything to stay above the surface.

b) If you go down, resist the urge to struggle violently. The more you struggle, the more snow will fall into the well from the branches and area around the well and compact around you.

c) Instead of panicking, try first to make a breathing space around your face. Then move your body carefully in a rocking manner to hollow out the snow and give you space and air.

If I sound like a drama queen, I apologize. I’ve given up everything (that most would cling to and be grateful for) in order to sing again. (Including having the time to write in my blog.) I love it like mad!

There has to come a time, when in spite of what obstacles you may be faced with,  you have to choose happiness. It’s hard. I know!!! But think of the payoff. I can struggle or coast and coasting sounds so much more appealing to me right now. (Not to mention, wiser. Consider the amount of energy that goes into stressing out. It’s pointless!)

I used to confuse stress with diligence. That if I wasn’t sufficiently stressed, I probably wasn’t being diligent. In fact,  mellow people used to just piss me off! I usually assumed they were lazy, apathetic or ignorant. RIDICULOUS!

If you read my blog,  you know that I’ve come to believe that everything happens for a reason and that behind every negative, is an equal or greater positive waiting to be revealed. I can’t wait to see what it is in this case. Perhaps it will be something as simple as learning to overcome obstacles by being grateful.

I have SO MUCH to be grateful for! Not the least of which is, the fact that you are actually reading this blog post. THANK YOU!!!

I am blessed with an amazing,  funny, kind, clever, talented son. My sweet Mike is still a huge part of my life, and has been my rock, my angel and partner through this entire journey.  (None of this would be possible without his kindness, support, generosity and vision. To be clear, we are great friends. He has a girlfriend. ) My wonderful friend, Joe, (singer, pianist and composer) I’ve known since 1979. He has surprised me twice now, by being in the audience at my last two shows. Then there’s Bobby, my pianist. That’s just the tip of the iceberg in terms of blessings.

So wish me luck!  I’m writing this while in an Epsom salt bath.  (Any port in a storm.) I’ve barely spoken a word or sang a note in the last 2 days. No idea what will come out. I’m going to take it slow and stop struggling and see what happens. Bottom line? I intend to smile through it all,  if only to laugh at my own folly.

Much like the fabled story of the mother who lifts a fallen refridgerator off her child out of sheer love and adrenaline, the love of music and singing will surely pull.me through it!

Thanks so much for reading this post! I really want to get caught up on blogging and my fellow bloggers. They make me laugh, they inspire, entertain and often provoje new thoughts.  I’ve been designing programs, making costumes, rehearsing, marketing, doing shows etc. Strictly a do it yourself operation.  If it turns out that this piece actually get read, I’ll be back with more.

Did I mention I’ve turned into something of an eating machine on steroids? Ya. Gotta tackle that next! !!



POSTMORTEM: I ended up having to cancel because, even on steroids, I couldn’t speak without coughing, let alone sing! I don’t recall a time when  I’d ever been so sick. The kicker is, it caused a rift with the producer. I went on to do my final contracted show. But the fact that I was coughing my brains out when I called to cancel and they said “Why are you cancelling?” really upset me. It took three months, 3 courses of antibiotics (including the one used to treat anthrax) and steroids to begin to get back to normal. I did the Judy Garland Tribute show, in spite of not being 100% and it was well received. But the relationship never recovered. 

Published by: JB chants

I was contacted by OkCupid a month after signing up, telling me I was in the top 5% response rate and asking my secret. I was stunned. I was in my 50's! Beats me! It's not as though I posted racy photos or I was plagued by blinding beauty! However it served it's purpose,in terms of finding dates,but finding a mate? Not so much. Along the way, I had some pretty nutty encounters, some more lethal than others. While my blog started as a retelling of these amorous tales, it's morphed into a myriad of stories, including many from my time on the planet. They range from working with the amazing Henry Winkler, auditioning for Nadia Boulanger, an attempted assault by one of Al Capone's retired former henchmen, and offering a homeless man (who was also a convicted murderer) a place to stay for the night. While most of this is older material but I'm considering penning epilogues or postmortems from my post pandemic, post #metoo perspective, as well as sharing more. So many stories to tell! Thanks for stopping by! Cheers!

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