This week I’m celebrating my #PrideChallenge.
Last week I shared some of my goals for the month. I feel a weekly check-in would be a good thing to do to track my progress.
A couple of my cousins from San Francisco visited me. They came all the way to Portland to specifically spend time with me. I was and still am so grateful that they would do that. I have nothing but love for all the people in my life who go out of their way to make me feel special even when they don’t know that’s what they’re doing. I’m a lucky guy.
Their visit was also a great reminder that no matter how much you plan, life will happen. Fortunately, this was a good derailment off course. Paraphrasing a Suze Orman quote, “People first.” None of these self-improvement goals are any good if they don’t ultimately help others in the long run.
I still managed to work on some of my goals which was good. I had to remind myself not to be too harsh on myself because the time I would have spent on my goals were being spent creating moments with family.
“I love it when the books I’m reading seem to be the right ones for me to be reading at the time. The words become as important as the air I breathe.” –Shared on Facebook
I recently reread a couple of books that made me feel like that. I listened to the audiobook version of Benjamin Alire Saenz’s Aristotle & Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe. (I hadn’t planned on doing so but it was narrated by Lin-Manuel Miranda. I don’t know if it’s even called a coincidence but Alexander Hamilton was mentioned in the story.) I loved it when I first read it a couple of years ago. I may love it even more now.
The fact it’s regarded as a great LGBT YA novel- with award stickers on its cover- may actually deter readers from it. Ultimately, it’s a coming of age story about two Mexican-American boys on the brink of manhood who become friends over one summer. It’s also a look into their family lives, of secrets and expectations.
The words are absolutely beautiful. There was a moment toward the beginning of my rereading that I panicked. I had the irrational fear that the story I knew was going to change on me.
I found myself taking longer walks because I wanted to listen more to the story. I fell in love all over again with all the characters- not just the titular characters but their parents as well.
I wish I had read a book like this when I was a teenager. I’m glad this book is now part of my life.
I was beyond thrilled to discover there would be a sequel to be published within the next two years. I can’t wait!
I was feeling a little down a few weeks ago. I asked for- and received- some great book recommendations to cheer me up. I knew it was time for my annual reread of Letters to a Young Poet.
This was my longest time getting through it- not because it wasn’t working but because every word seemed to be even more meaningful to me. There will always be certain passages that jump out at me but others were clamoring for my attention as well. I savored the words. And already I want to reread it again!
One of the best things I’ve definitely done recently for my writing is to take time to flesh out my story ideas. “What If?” is a writer’s best friend. It’s been interesting to see where certain stories have led to. Sometimes the new scenarios may lead to dead-ends but even those don’t seem like a waste because I’ve put in my time in that world.
All the World’s a Stage
Tucked at the back of a coffeehouse, Defunkt Theatre is a small intimate space with odd chairs. (You wouldn’t think the metal-framed chairs should recline but they do. I thought it was commentary on my weight.) I watched the Portland premiere of David Zellnik’s The Udmurts about a gay college student who ends up boarding with an eccentric older woman from a dying culture. Disowned by his parents, he falls in with a couple of pickpockets and one of them manages to steal his heart. A crazy scene before intermission leads the play into a finale that didn’t really work to me. Despite that I would still recommend this dark comedy play about identity, history, and finding one’s own tribe.
What are you celebrating this week?