It's My Job!

I started Saturday so well, I was a ‘Be-Here-Now, New-Age Marinite’….I wrote in my gratitude journal, I meditated, I visualized…I was sure, “everythings going my way” just like the character, Curly, sang in the musical ’Oklahoma!’

I was downstairs enjoying my new storage, planning eBay sales, when the phone rang. It was my apartment manager telling me that my eighty-some-odd-year-old landlord had decided he wanted my new storage and that I had to move back into my old storage (which has no shelves and that I had completely dismantled, emptied and cleaned.) It is also uphill to my old storage. I felt my self start spiraling upstream, upside down in my kayak. I locked the door and went upstairs.

Determined to not let this unreasonableness defeat me, I decided to consciously take myself to another head space and work on my vision board. I was at the section I had designated for career and at first I was looking for images of books and poetry….then all of a sudden it hit me…I have always said I am my career so I switched gears and started printing out pics of me…then I remembered how the little girl I raised used to always color pictures of me using lots of different colors (other people were always one color), as she got older she would tell me the rainbow followed me where ever I was and I realized she was seeing my aura (people who read auras have always told me I have a rainbow aura)…I started looking for rainbows to put in my collage….then I remembered the visualization a friend had taken me on about my favorite gift as a child…the one where I had found my tiara in the Christmas tree from Santa and decided to put tiaras on all of the images of me in my collage…. Needless to say by this time I had completely forgot about the storage debacle. I loved the collage.

I started getting ready to go out, my neighbor was taking me to see “Dame Edna’s First Last Tour” in the city. We had great seats in the 4th row and I was ready for a night of laughter. She was hilarious and the audience was great and really responsive so she was having a great time and started talking to individuals in the audience. I immediately wanted to be one of those people and I deliberately started vibing that at her and every time she walked my way I would fan myself, like I was having a hotflash, because I knew that movement would catch her eye….sure enough she pointed at me and said “You darling”…I said “me”…she said “yes, schnookums, come up here on stage with me”….well, I was out of my seat and up those stairs before you could say abracadabra….some people ran up and slapped a name tag on me and put something on my head… I was given a stool…then she pulled some guy out of the audience…he had a name tag slapped on and was given a top hat and I saw that his name tag said groom…Dame Edna told us that she was going to marry us and started interviewing us…she asked what my name was did a double take and said something like why and I got to do a whole spiel on my name…the guy said he was Forrest (appropriate I was wearing my Goddess pendant) …then Dame Edna asked him what he did he said some thing like truck driver…she turned to me with an indulgent grin wanting to know what I did ….there I was on stage, in front of hundreds and hundreds of people, wearing a tiara and veil telling everyone that I wrote and illustrated children’s books and that I had one coming out titled “Don’t Touch My Body Where I Go Potty!” she almost came unglued and squeezed my shoulder trying to hold in her laughter, because that was a comic opening if you ever saw one but then she kept up her banter with me and we were (performance wise)feeding off each other and the audience was roaring …we did like 10 minutes of improv, then she asked me if there was anyone who would be disappointed to not be at my wedding and I said yes, Joe (my best friend, I had been his best person at his wedding) she wanted his phone number and they brought a phone on stage that was hooked into the loud speaker system…she called him and he thought it was me imitating Dame Edna!...I hollered out “Joe, I’m on stage with Dame Edna” then she had the whole audience say hi to Joe, they were cheering…with Joe in attendance she married Forrest and myself we kissed and then took a huge bow with Dame and the audience roared with approval and she was great and had the whole audience singing….I thought it would end there but at the intermission this old friend, Peter, came running up to hug me…I couldn’t believe it he and I had done “Oklahoma!” at the Mountain play a dozen years ago...every performance he would ride in on his horse, as Curly, singing “Oh, what a beautiful morning” to my Aunt Eller …I had always told him he would sing at my wedding, and he did! At intermission all sorts of people seriously asked about my book…then throughout the second half of the show Dame Edna kept referring to “Our author Charselle and her book we are all going to buy “Don’t Touch My Body Where I Go Potty!”….admittedly it was an odd endorsement but it was like an hour long infomercial of me. I was thrilled and higher than happy…I am my job! Thank you Dame Edna! And so it is!