That moment when one of the actors says, “if you want to see The Beatles at their absolute weirdest, watch Magical Mystery Tour,” and you shake your head and look at Joe and see that he’s shaking his head too and making the same face. And you realize you’re both muttering “no, no.”
Feelings such as shame, guilt, doubt, envy, anger, and resentment arise whenever we have prevented ourselves from speaking our deepest truths, or withheld a depth of sincerity from being shared with others. With nothing to withhold or hide, the truth is spoken freely – at no one’s expense. The truth contains no form of blame or judgment. Instead, it celebrates how intimately you know yourself by how open and available you’re willing to be. Knowing this, life’s deepest wisdom always remains the same: you’ll feel better when you’re totally honest.
This is why honesty is also the ultimate healing modality. Honesty is the absence of avoidance, no matter what situation appears. Inevitably, life transforms when the value of honesty is no longer dominated by an attachment to convenience or the threat of rejection.
When honesty is regarded as your highest value and acted upon with kindness and compassion in every personal encounter, you invite the precision of life’s inherent perfection into all areas of life. In doing so, every relationship and circumstance transforms at the rate in which true sincerity of heart leads the way. This reveals life’s natural way of being, which cannot be known on the deepest level until you’re being completely honest.
‘Perhaps the world is a machine. And we’re watching it wind down.’
‘It isn’t! It has people in it, and they do things, they act. Machines don’t make anything new, and now so much is happening that never happened before. You must not read the papers.’
‘I do read the papers. But it all seems the same to me.’
How could he say so? She remembers sitting heavyhearted in the Flemings’ spare room those last days in December before she left for the West. She looked often at her ticket then, reading the date on it. December 31, December 31, it said, as if a bird in a cage had not been cloaked for the night in the dark house of her mind. But outside her window, Chicago was delirious with anticipation for the turning of the century. Great events were expected, great progress heralded, and much in the century then passing into history was deplored. Fused together by a merriment so colossal it mimicked the effects of drink, the people of Chicago—architects, butchers, coal carriers, schoolgirls—went arm in arm about the town like crabs, tipping sideways, making a dance-hall step of their lost balance. In the big houses, fine clocks ticked toward midnight; sherry and champagne plashed; women enjoyed the liquid drag of silk dresses on stairs. There was a lively world for someone to join when she was finished being sad.
With some stubbornness she says, ‘I don’t think the world is just a repeating machine. No more are we. There is an unknown future.’
‘So you are a free person who can make her destiny?’
‘Why shouldn’t I be?’
‘It may be an illusion.’
‘Then it’s one I like.’
—Little Century by Anna Keesey
I’m officially going to all three games against the Giants, with a different man each night (look at me!—I mean, one of them is my dad. It’s tradition).
My play opens in a week and the closer that time comes the less I can believe it. Joe, that incredible actor who’s playing Mal, and I had some good bonding when I was at rehearsal Saturday. “You two were on a level,” Taylor said. I’m pretty sure what he means is that Joe was sent to us by Mal, or at least that’s what I’m going to pretend. But really it’s like Joe is me as a 60+ year old man, or vice versa. What am I saying?
Over the weekend I was only home at night when I was sleeping and I really kind of prefer it that way sometimes. It’s too easy to forget how fun it can be to actually act my age.
My birthday is next week, right in the middle of my play’s run (kind of perfect), and I think I’ve finally narrowed down which cake I’m going to make. I was tempted by this Snickers Cake, but I think I’m leaning more towards this Classic Chocolate Cake. Simple. Gorgeous. No fuss, just deliciousness. And damn it if I haven’t been craving a good ole chocolate cake with sprinkles.