Feeling old.

Tonight I decided to Google myself. Why, you ask… well it’s clear someone out there has googled me and is now bombarding my work email with junk. So I’m curious what else is out there (I’ve taken pains to remove much of my digital footprint, but not everything goes away).

Standard things: LinkedIn profile, plenty of things regarding a particular woman with my name in New Hampshire who is apparently married to Matt (my brother’s name) who also has a shoplifting charge, and links to other members of my extended and very extended family. And then something from The Inlander in Spokane. https://www.inlander.com/news/sacred-and-profane-2173913

A review of a play dated November 2001. Uncommon Women and Others by Wendy Wasserstein, directed by the brilliant Gene Engene. It was a great show. I loved playing Muffet DiNicola. (Although I do recall hating the orange “tan” I had to apply every night.)

The review is pretty great. Apparently I commanded the stage from the first scene. A-thankyou.

But just as the critic said the show made them feel old, reading the review and reliving the moments made me feel old. Over 23 years ago. Even today my staff told me, “Spokane has changed. You lived there, like, a very long time ago.” Geez. Thanks.

This year will be a year of change. And while I can’t go back to being 21, I can find reflect on how Muffet and I shared many qualities in common. Uncommon. And embrace who I am. Who I was. And who I will be.

Thank you, Gene, for casting me in this role and giving me memories to cherish.

It’s debilitating constantly seeing your worth in terms of someone else. Muffet out. (Good lort that headband hurt!)