There are many times.. so many, many times.. when life just gets too busy and it gets too easy to spend what little time I have focusing on the bad things. Things I’ve messed up, things I’ve passed by, things that I would’ve done differently.

There are three things that made me stop and take pause this week.

My Keboobalah, whom I love more than grits with cheese, has often been the yin to my yang over the years. He entered rehearsal a little late the other night and approached me as I was juggling a child, a script, and a headache. He asked how I was and I responded negatively, whatever I said. He said, “But Sarah! You’re alive! You have fabulous hair and gorgeous eyes and you are just a knock-out! You have a gorgeous baby and you’re here, with people who love you! Isn’t that great?”

(This is also the man who tried to get my hubby drunk on our wedding day, so I would kiss him at the altar and think that Bryan chose me over drinking and running away to Mexico.)

The second thing is this guy in the show with me. He’s a HELLA talented actor, and I seriously had a mad little schoolgirl crush on him when I was younger. Well, as much as I bitch and moan about sitting at a three hour rehearsal for a five minute part, he’s only on-stage slightly more than I am. And the man WORKS SO DAMN HARD. While I was busy complaining, he was working dance steps. Or working music. And when any director gave a general chorus note, he would immediately run over that part out loud, drilling the note into his head. I was just in awe of how hard he’s working, especially since I already admire the hell out of him. We should all be so driven.

And lastly, I found this little gem at MamaPop.com, where they were discussing a new Jim Henson exhibit at the Smithsonian. Jim Henson is one of my idols who had a profound effect on me growing up, and they linked to this clip. I’ll extend the same warning they did: this is Big Bird singing “Being Green” at Jim Henson’s memorial. I held it together through most of this, but the end? Oh, at the end, I was sobbing. Sobbing, with snot coming out of my nose, and moaning. Which is attractive, I know.. but very cathartic. I loved this man and everything he gave us. And this song? Reminds me that it’s easy to focus on the negative when you feel you blend in, but in reality, green is the color of spring.