It’s been over a month, you probably thought I forgot about you.
PSHHAW! I’ve just been avoiding you 
You see, I suffer from hermit-itis. I will gladly go into hiding for a month at a time, only showing my face when required for work or other such times as needed. However I think my depression and funk and hermit-ness are lifting.
I have had a glorious time being back in NY. Schenectady – staying with the always fabulous Ariane; Rochester – with Jessie and Bill as well as Lee and Jordan; and Utica/Rome with Fred. I have driven my car, seen friends that I haven’t seen in 10 years (literally…10 years) and just become a face on the news as the boy that did something. I’ve also come to terms with the fact that separation is just that, a separation. You may long to have someone back in your life on a regular basis but that person has to long for it as well or it does neither of you any good. Closure is the name of that game.
I’ve toured. I am glad I am doing this, I’ll be glad when I can think back on it and remember and have stories to tell (some that you probably will NEVER hear either) and I’ll also remember, it’s not for me. What it is though, is family.
I loved so much showing a few people the area of Utica and saying “this is all I knew for 25 years” but it’s not the case anymore. I have lived. Lived in Rochester, Potsdam, Norwood, Canton, Clark Mills, Dallas and Watertown (MA). I know people in more cities now than ever (although if you ask some people on tour it seems that I’m always finding someone I know somewhere). I have a family on the road right now.
Shrek is just like any other family. There are the people that you see but don’t often talk to (you may wonder why, or you may have a reason why), there are others you see constantly that you want more interaction with. There’s talking behind the back, there’s talking to your face, there’s hugging, there’s crying, there’s a LOT of laughter. There’s a lot of hiding. Just when you think that someone has turned on you, they surprise you. The opposite is also true. It boils down to one simple fact: nothing matters. You’ll move on, they’ll move on. You’ll get a drink and wonder what you were angry about. You’ll buy pastries for an entire company. You’ll be the grandmother figure, taking care of little things that people don’t realize they’ve come to NEED until it stops. You drive people around when they need a trip, you pick people up, and you pick people up when they’re down. You fight, you argue, you complain. You also can’t change anything. So what makes us special?
That’s up to you.
(11 weeks left, and I think I’m a different person now than I have been for the past month)
We do miss ya, go figure!
I don’t know if you intended that as advice.. but I like it.. go through it… move on.. its not permanent.
Miss you. Great show on Tuesday at the Stanley…. some folks in the balconey yelled out “Christopher” at the end. Enjoy the rest of the tour… it is an adventure coming to an end. One day you will look back on all if it and actually miss it! {Tickle Tickle}