I’ve been absent for a few days…OK more than a week or so. It’s because I was away on vacation…OK having
a nervous breakdown. My Mom would tell
me “Oh Tommy stop being so dramatic” and she is probably right. You see having one child was stressful. I was sure my life would change
dramatically. It did in some ways, but
for the most part I was able to maintain the status quo. But two?
(I’m actually starting to sweat right now as I’m typing).
Florida was a nice escape, and while I was there I
daydreamed about giving up the hustle and bustle of New York life and moving to
a tropical paradise, as if through photosynthesis I could convert sunshine into
cash. I even looked into jobs that I
would never in a million years take if I were in New York, and for what? To be miserable in a beautiful place?
When I returned, I realized that the only option I have is
to follow through with my life here.
Follow my passion. Push forward
and everything will be OK. The best part
of everything being “OK” is that you can very easily change the definition of “OK.” Beans and rice will keep us alive, so we are
OK. Retirement will take place in a
coffin, OK. My children will grow up
with a Dad who is a happy and funny whatever I am (comic, writer, performer), rather
than an absent and angry lawyer, and that is certainly OK. I don’t remember how much money my parents
made…just how much time we got to spend together. We’ll figure it out.
