It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s a Musical - Gay Man with no direction?

It’s a bird.  It’s a plane. It’s a Musical - Gay Man with no direction except focusing on today, but there eventually is a focus, yet today is today.

Thinking about that Superman musical - It's A Bird...It's A Plane...It's Superman – much in the way that I love Superman, and I love musicals.   We can get into the Superman thing, but the musicals things……   working back towards working on my show (what?), and no … it’s not It's A Bird...It's A Plane...It's Superman

Another day and I’ve changed my clothes in a phone booth, ran faster than a speeding bullet, and leaped a tall building in a single bound.  Or maybe I’ve just lived quite a peaceful and wanted life.  Out of the woodwork this week crawled men, I have desired throughout the past year, and they’re aiming directly at me.  As my workplace gets a larger office staff, I’m being turned to for training, supervising work flow, and solving problems.  It feels so SUPER to be so needed and wanted.

Superman is actual just a normal boy from Krypton, raised in Smallville, Kansas, or in my case just a normal boy from Brooklyn, raised in Merrick, Long Island, living in Orlando, Florida.  There are no speeding bullets to dodge, except “life on life’s terms” continuously.   I’ve not changed my clothes in a phone booth, but I have changed my shirt in my car while driving (dangerous).  I’ve not leaped any buildings, nor even in a single bound, but I resolved challenges smoothly.  Keeping this level of calm to live a normal happy life.

So, I did not save anyone’s life, but this happened:

I reunited with a friend.

·         Surprised by my fave 20-something with a loving conversation and “more”.

·         Wooed by a new man with a smile and sincere respect for me.

·         Connected virtually with a man that I know from here, but lives across the pond (Atlantic), and will be here twice this month, and possibly once or more for an overnight. (love this man)

·         Flirted with by a charming curly haired opera singer.

·         There’s more, and when I remember it… I’ll write about it.

Since "finding a new way of life", I’ve been on a journey toward a continuous flight into the entertainment industry.  Not much of that happened this week, as life was not too musical this week, yet instead it sang on its own.  It was and is a SUPER week.   And tonight I will meditate on direction for my show.  What?  Yes, my show?

Up, up, and way into my mind I go with simple meditation, to focus and direct this simple man, with fantasmic visions.  Practice, practice, practice…… focus.   Practice, practice, practice….. focus. 

Actually the next step is hooking up the midi between the computer and the piano.  Then contacting a pianist friend to schedule his visit to my home to record the songs, by playing the piano.   MP3 files in motion, or some type.  What?  What am I talking about?

So…. Next Blog……… What am I talking about?