It's a Funny Business...

First, this title has absolutely nothing to do with anything. I've just been meaning to blog for most of this week and have managed, without much difficulty, to avoid it. Not that I'm trying to do so. I just have found other things to fill my time. Some have been productive. Some have not. Some have been good for my soul. Some thought provoking. Some were simply nice. Some were perfect.

Not bad for a few days.

I am spending most of this weekend in one type of theater or another. Kirby and Zubov are both appearing in shows that open this weekend. So tonight it's off to Curtain Players. I'm not one for the uber-promos and plugs, but my pals have been working very hard and so I'll take a second to advert for them.

If you're local to central Ohio, I recommend visiting www.curtainplayers.com and reserving tickets for a night of "Arsenic & Old Lace" with Kirby, and then hopping over to Vaud-Villities Productions for their annual showcase. Zubov's in twelve dance numbers over there, so that'll be entertaining (in a good way).

There. I did it. I pimped out my buddies in the name of show-business. As Artie Isaac said on his blog today, "The theatre, she is a greedy lover. Mmmm." Oh how wise the man can be.

Speaking of that greediest of lovers, I must away for now, gentle reader. The sun streams in my office window and kisses my back and just as quickly ducks behind a cloud in an impetuous game of hide and seek. There, it's back. Teasing stellar body, isn't it? Has been today. Warring with the rains and clouds throughout the day. We shall see who is victorious come nightfall when the moon comes out to play (should the moon make its appearance tonight and not be thwarted by the clouds that did so torture the sun this afternoon).

Oh, and in the spirit of honesty, I've not yet stepped a toe inside a gym. But next week, cries the wolf, everything changes. I figured something out recently. Some things cannot be done on a whim, nor can I think that easing into it will do any good. Endeavors to change... to better one's self take everything. The body. The soul. The mind. The heart. In a recent chat with a newly established friend, we got to talking about self-improvement and I offered up these words: Improvement isn't handed to the lazy and weak, but earned by the bold, the fierce, and those willing to endure the pain of metamorphosis.

It's time to be brave. 354 days left. I've dubbed it the MOMENT OF TRUTH. When I have forty-six seconds of free time, I'll come up with something a little more original. Point is—I've made lots of bold statements about change. Now given myself a deadline. The working out. The writing. The absolute desire and determination to finish my journey from boyhood to manhood. In 354 days, I want to be able to look in the mirror and know that I am the man I want to be.

354 days.

I better get moving.