As I go through clothes (some that I've had since grade school) I find it easier to put certain items in the "puppet pile" rather than the trash bag or the give away. Then I imagine having to cut through them and all the memories I am slicing. Then I realize I am actually repurposing and preserving them in a better way than I would be by hauling them to LA keeping them in my closet, wearing them when I run out of stuff I actually want to wear, and prolonging laundry day by weeks or months. THEN I realize I might someday have a life sized puppet in my home that is the size of me when I was out of shape and gaining by the day (or at least that is how I currently feel, no matter how true or false it actually is.)
This brings us to today. A few weeks ago my good friend Noah came over and helped me make the cast of my legs! It was so much easier than me doing it myself, and it actually worked! They are now hanging out in my parents' kitchen until I get the rest of the body done and attach them all together.
I realized I get really anxious the day I have to go do this casting. Today is one of those days. The reason it because I am not happy with my body. And not being I think I look fat or think I have to be skinny, but because I am not taking care of myself and I am at the age where that shows. But here it goes. It is time to get dressed, get snacks, go to Noah's, and do this thing.
Here is my mantra as of late. Thanks, Marty.
at the Eugene O'Neill
National Puppetry Conference 2015