Work Hard. Rest Hard.

No smooth intro for y’all today.

Imma get right to it…

Mind
Today was Monday. The type of Monday that slaps you upon waking and makes you gamble with your sense of self confidence. I had to execute today. It was a busy one that required me to stay sharp, stay calm, and stay on. I didn’t do any extra laps around the track, but I did clear a respectable finish. Mind felt nourished. I made today count.

Body
I schlep shit for a living. (Pardon the expletive that is clearly only included for grammatical emphasis.) And, actually, that’s not really true—I bring people together to tell stories through experiences. I create a stage (and a vibe), and I lure an audience. I bring a story to life through experiences that connect people. When I’m on, people are transformed…ideas catalyze…energies shift…people leave my events feeling better than when they walked in. And when that event is done, y’all, I am OFF.

The physical labor involved in what I do can be intense, and this body does not spring back like it used to. I move a tad bit slower now, but I’m also more efficient in every move. When the show starts, my internal switch flips. And that surge of adrenaline during production is what hooked me almost twenty years ago when I started my career.

I work hard. I crash hard. (Thank goodness I stocked up on naps over the weekend.) Tonight, no doubt, I will sleep like a little baby lamb.

Spirit
I carried flowers across a busy street this morning (still without my coffee, might I add). It was chilly but the sun was warm on my face and I felt the whole day unfolding…that is such hope, don’t you agree?!

When work was done for the day, I turned up the tunes and opened the sunroof. I love driving home on the expressway when the sun is setting over the Birmingham skyline. ESPECIALLY during October sunsets. Volume up on a new favorite song? Survey says…salvation.

When I am on purpose I am functioning. I’m moving forward. I’m contributing. I’m exercising my strength. I’m showing up in spite of my sorrow.

I slayed Monday.
No prisoners.
I owned it and now I get to reset.

x,
lk

Photo: Looking up from within—the marquis at the soon-to-reopen Carver Theatre in Birmingham, Alabama