One of my grandfather’s favorites movies is “What About Bob?”. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a movie starring Bill Murray and Richard Dreyfus. It’s okay, I suppose.. it’s hard for me NOT to like Bill Murray, but I’m not a big Dreyfus fan, and he grates on my nerves occasionally. Basic plot outline: Bill Murray is nuts and Dreyfus is his shrink. Dreyfus just published a book called “Baby Steps” and Bill is trying to live it. Dreyfus goes away on vacation, Bill follows him and his family out there, hilarity ensues.
Lately, in my life, I’ve been having to take my own emotions in check. Some huge changes have happened, and they would easily be overwhelming, but I’m holding on with the grip of a vice. And everyday, when I walk through my door (to be greeted by mountains of stuff), I hear Bill Murray chugging away in my head: “baby steps – baby steps – baby steps”. And he’s getting me through.
There was MUCHO drama yesterday. But we’re getting through that.. baby steps. We had an emergency rehearsal last night, and everything is going to be fine, and Stephanie will be A-MAZ-ING.
My house is a WRECK. But we’re getting through that.. baby steps. I actually found some socks this morning, and when I got back from said emergency rehearsal last night, Bryan had made his way through ALL of the junk in the kitchen, and we can now eat a meal at the table. (Not that we ever would.. that’s what a couch is for.)
Christmas is a MERE TWO WEEKS AWAY. But I’m getting through that.. baby steps. The stockings are up, and as soon as we get a Christmas tree, that’ll go up. It’ll be ready in time.
So it’s all gonna be okay. Just, you know, baby steps.
