I turned 39 years old this week. Good God, just writing that out it seems so “old.” It also sounds so very adult. My crazy 20s and finding-my-footing 30s are in the rearview (though, really, I still have a glimmer of that crazed energy and am still figuring shit out).
It was a low key birthday this year. They seem to get more and more low key as I get older. Adulthood is kind of low key… and subversive.
As I get close to my “golden decade” (I have always harbored the thought that between the ages of 40 and 50, at least for men, that is the good-as-it-gets decade), I look back over the year and realize that hey, I’m still doing stuff…
Last year for my 38th birthday, I performed a consecutive 380 minute (that’s six hours and 20 minutes total) solo improvisation. It had some brilliant moments and some lame moments, but the fact that I did it, I accomplished it, goes a long way in my book of self-appreciation.
Since last September, no less that seven of my own plays - large and small - have been presented to the world (2 of them World Premieres).
I produced two solo festivals, one small and local which I stumbled into almost accidently, the other big and spashy and purposeful. I worked with area organizations like Kitchen Dog Theater, Junior Players, Denton Community Theatre, S.T.A.G.E., Sundown Collaborative Theatre, Nouveau 47, Water Tower Theatre and the Alternative Comedy Theatre.
I worked with some kick-ass colleagues, many of which inspire me and crack my shit up over and over again (I recommend to everyone I know, take road trips with Travis Stuebing and Tashina Richardson or drink beers and talk shop with Grant Knutson or Danny O’Connor. Your life will be better for it).
I traveled to Houston, Oklahoma, New Orleans, and Austin and will be off to NYC in the next few weeks. I hope to travel scads more this coming year, and further afield… it is the single thing I miss the most.
I read about 30 books and am contemplating writing (another) one of my own.
I taught dozens of students in my Intro to Theatre and Intro to Film classes at Tarrant College.
I enjoyed my second full year of marriage to the wonderful Ruth and welcomed the addition of a new niece. I officiated my sister’s wedding last fall.
I moved on from my manual labor job unloading trucks weekly at the Contaner Store to get another weekly manual labor job as a part-time ranch hand at a spread in Southlake.
It seems so vacuous to list stuff off like this, but a lot of the time I get bogged down in the day to day. I look around at the continually shifting piles of disorder in my office or the unending pile of laundry that needs to be washed and/or folded and put away and just wanna bury my head in the sand. It is good to know I’m still moving and that the movement is in a progressive direction.
Happy (belated) birthday, Brad! We hope we get to work with you more in the future!