Thank Smoking Baby That’s Over

Is it just me or did 2011 totally suck balls? Truth is, 2010 wasn’t much better (neither was ‘09, or ‘08 …) and I’m sick of it. So, I’m telling you right now, this year is going to be MY year, or I swear I’m gonna … oh, I don’t know what, but I’ll definitely be pissed.

I’m glad to report, however, that 2012 has gone pretty well so far (all 13 days of it). I’ve got two live performances scheduled for this month, I’m adjusting nicely to my new anti-anxiety meds, and our pal Dave Massoni from Thistle Hill is opening up a new restaurant down the street with Dale Talde from Top Chef.

Even better than all of that, the writing workshop I told you about back in October finally started, and I have officially begun my memoir! I’ve already written two chapters, been through my first critique, and I’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback from the group.  Exciting, right? This shit is totally happening and I’m thrilled that it’s going so well.

Actually, life in general has been going rather well these days. Erica and I, who were not doing so super for a while, are now doing better. Let me tell you, there is nothing like the stress of a dying/subsequently dead mother to strain a relationship. As one could imagine (and as you’ve surely surmised from my posts), I’ve been kind of a mental wreck pretty much since Mom was originally diagnosed with cancer. Or, I should say, especially so.

Mom died a year ago this past December and now that we’ve made it through the first anniversary, I feel like things are finally turning in a good direction. I mean, since 2004, my grandma died, my mom got sick, my aunt died, my mom got addicted, my mom got really, really sick then died, and now my sister and niece are officially done with me. So, you can imagine that a lot of the past few years have been spent in fear of the next whatever the fuck trauma that was coming our way. Now that we’ve pretty much run the gamut of dramatic life experiences, I’m ready for a few years of all good stuff.

Like one of my many therapists once said (and I paraphrase), “Just because the past few years have sucked balls, it doesn’t mean the next one has to.” With that, I hereby declare 2012, “The Year of Susan.” And, as Smoking Baby is my witness, it will be the best year of my life.

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