Inspired

For a few years now, I have had a desire to participate in a #project365. 
This year my OLW is THRIVE. Which means to go beyond SURVIVE. To fill my life with meaning, connections and the things that I love & that will fill me up, push me to grow and to be my best self. This is incredibly scary to me. I'd rather stay in my jammies and watch hilarious relationship advice videos on YouTube. {I'd been asked for some advice and wanted to forward this along. I love him!} But yesterday Dina was brave and posted her #organize365 project over at theJOYsisters blog and I was totally inspired. Thanks Dina for getting out of your comfort zone and sharing with us over there! 
So. I want to be a writer. I like to think that I *am* a writer, but other than my daily journal writing, I rarely write.....outside of my head that is. I have been meaning to write daily for several years. If a decade is several years. Whatever. So now I will do this. I will #write365. I really want to say that I will TRY, but that leaves room to let myself off the hook. I really don't want to do that this time. I googled daily writing prompts for adults and found this list. I saved it to my favorites bar and then I opened my blog and started to write.  I didn't overthink it. I tend to do that. I don't care if it is garbage. I wrote! I did it! Yay me.

#THRIVE


February 1 Flangiprop! Invent a definition for the word “flangiprop,” then use the word in a post.

Flangiprop: noun. the small and extraneous prop pieces in a play or production. beyond the large pieces of scenery and furniture there are often many items that are flangiprop such as dishes, books, knick knacks, etc...

This was my first time participating in my high school drama department in any way. I admit, I had hoped for a minimal part. I was thinking of an acting role without any lines or even just an "innocent bystander", you know, a background role. 
When the cast list was posted I was admittedly let down when I didn't find my name. I mean, I knew I wasn't going to be the lead, but I had hoped to be involved in SOME way. I was running out of non-creeper ways to see HER every day and I figured that being in the school play was a sure bet. Just as I was turning to walk away, trying not to sulk....in public, SHE walked up. "Oh, hey Joe", she muttered, not sounding thrilled to see me. Again. 
So, did you get in? Pursing my lips, raising my eyebrows, I shook my head. I was hoping to convey a "no big deal" aura. I'm not sure that it worked. As she began to scan the list she let out a squeal. It didn't take long. She was second on the list. Right after the male lead. I congratulated her and began to walk away. I was painfully aware of my borderline creeper status and I was beginning to feel like I'd been standing there too long anyway. 
As she continued to read and mutter her approval (her friends) and the opposite of approval (those she disliked working with) she blurted "Oh, Joe, wait a minute, you are a part of the play. Did you read through the tech crew list? You are our flangiprop guy."
"Don't lose your chill" I told myself as I stopped midway down the hall and turned around. "Oh really? Cool." As I moved toward the doors I was certain that it was a good thing that she could not see the smile that was now splitting my face in two.
I was going to be the flangiprop guy. 
Whatever the heck that was.