Thursday, March 31, 2011

At the risk of sounding like an old lady...

Prince Harry is such a doll.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZTRjZ7SV9Y

From one Diana to another...those boys were raised right.


Diana Rissetto

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

A few months ago, I made a Vision Board.

(Yes, I am trying to follow The Secret.)

It was easy to fill with images of things I would like for my life...

My idol, Wendy Wasserstein...brilliant, hilarious, relatable. She also had crazy curly hair and a young-sounding voice. Here she is triumphantly throwing her arms in the air after she won her Pulitzer for The Heidi Chronicles.


Sebastian Arcelus and Stephanie J. Block. I had been friendly with Sebastian for years and even though I don't know Stephanie, they just look and seem SO happy together. I want that! I absolutely want that!



I filled it with other things...cute little kids with curly hair, a logo for Family Channel 25 Days of Christmas (I want my play Pigeons, Knishes and Rockettes to one day be in that lineup).

Today I realized something else that I want, that I need to envision for my future.

Woody Allen failed out of a film course at NYU. Woody Allen...one of the most brilliant writers of our time. (My name was almost Annie Hall.)

HE FAILED FILM.

I have hit a rather rough patch lately and I am going to remember that...and I am imagining, twenty years from now...I'll be on one of those lists of "Can Ya Believe It?"

"Can 'ya believe it...that Diana Rissetto was laid-off from THREE jobs in theatrical offices before she won her Tonys? Wow!"

Envision. Envision. Envision.

Diana Rissetto

Guess that's why they call it the blues...

Singing along to Elton John songs as I apply to jobs. (Beats the Military Channel, my usual background noise as I submit away. I am starting to have nightmares that I am trapped in war-related situations and I am worried about finding a job...I also wake-up and realize how fortunate I am from those dreams, though.)

Diana Rissetto

Feel Better, Judge Judy

Ever since a certain legendary news anchor yelled at me and you grabbed me by the hand and told me not to worry about her...I have felt a connection with you, Judge Judy.

Get better soon!

Diana Rissetto

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Hmmm...

Life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences. Uh-uh. But rather, its a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan...if we are to live life in harmony with the universe, we must all possess a powerful faith in what the ancients used to call "fatum", what we currently refer to as destiny.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Lesson on why you should never overreact....

I generally don't like it when people get all vocally depressed about their birthdays. All those "I'm soooooooooo old!" Facebook statuses are just annoying (and, not to mention, attention-seeking. If you were genuinely upset, you wouldn't be bringing attention to it.)

However, this year, I am feeling it a bit, because I'm struggling with a few things and am also pretty bored, which gives me more time to obsess and worry.

On Thursday, I ripped open a birthday card from a relative which was a funny card about how my body is falling apart and I am sooooooo old.

I still get carded at Rated R movies and I plan to age JUST like Bernadette Peters (long curly hair and fair skin) but I'm old. The card told me so.

I was really annoyed. Not a nice card to get.

I was upset at the relative for being so insensitive and sending such a card to a girl in my position.

I was really letting that card get to me.

And then on Friday, I get another envelope from the same relative. Inside, a perfectly lovely floral birthday card.

I said, "Why did they send me two cards?"

And then realized...

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

I had accidentally opened a birthday card meant for somebody else.

That "You're falling apart, you're so old!" card"

Was meant for a man in his sixties.

I don't know HOW I missed that it wasn't my name in the envelope OR IN THE CARD.

I feel so dumb and like such an overly sensitive freak, but it was really kinda comedic.

Diana Rissetto

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

What came first...the chicken or the Pulitzer-winning playwright?

I have often heard that a writer's life is very solitary and lonely. These past few months, I have felt a bit solitary and lonely but it has nothing to do with being a writer.

It has to do with being unemployed and not having anywhere to go every day.

When I was laid-off in November, so many people told me that NOW was the time to do things I wouldn't normally get to do. Your options are sorely limited, however, when you don't have money to do things with...if my name was Ivanka (nothing against Ivanka...I like Ivanka), I'd be able to take classes and travel. It's not. While I am extremely fortunate that I have a roof over my head (and I will never forget that), being unemployed is excruciatingly boring, when it's not extremely depressing and frustrating.

I have had others remind me that now I have all the time in the world to write...which is true...but at the same time, I realized that I do my best writing when I'm on the train after a long day. I write and write, then try to figure-out my handwriting and type everything-up. But, when I have no where to go every day, I have no train to take home. I'm not interacting with people all day, making random observations on the street. That's what keeps my mind running and what makes me (I think) a good writer. Lately, I've just been so incredibly bored that it's difficult for me to sit down and write.

I refuse to be bored anymore! I am promising myself that. I am researching cheap classes to take, places to volunteer at, new books to read. I am looking for at least part-time jobs (which are also pretty hard to find right now.) I am making an effort to meet-up with friends I haven't seen in a while or friends I don't know that well. Yesterday, I hung-out with my little niece and nephews...those children do not know the meaning of the word "bored"! I need to take a lesson from them.

I am a much better writer when I am busy...despite having such limited time to actually write. I wonder how many other writers are like that.

I'm sure in a few months, I'll have a new job and will be complaining that I don't have a free moment anymore. Isn't that how it always works? And when that happens, I will reread this entry.

(The same way I always promise that I'm going to remember how brutal winter is and never complain when it's 90 degrees in the city in August and everything smells like pickles.)

I'm good...it's all good.

Diana Rissetto

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Among the people I am honestly jealous of in this world...

...are people who are able to fall asleep on a regular basis.

They're just so lucky.

Diana Rissetto

I was debating going to see The Adjustment Bureau

Matt: I just saw The Adjustment Bureau.

Me: Oh, would I like it?

Matt: Matt Damon wears an old-fashioned hat. So...YES.


Diana Rissetto

Monday, March 21, 2011

More words to live by...

"You just stand on your own two feet. The world belongs to you as much as to the next fella, so don't give it up. And try not to be scared of people not liking you, just you try liking them. And just keep your faith, and your courage, and you'll turn out all right" Carousel

If you catch me on a bad day...

...you would find me crying over a fish sticks commercial.

I can't help it. That song "Make Someone Happy" just always gets to me.

Diana Rissetto

Sunday, March 20, 2011

And this is what we call "perspective."

Yesterday, I had a ticket for a matinee performance of a show that was only running for three days. I had a friend in one of the leading roles and he is one of my favorite people to watch on stage. I have also have a very limited social life these days and miss being in New York City daily so much.

And then they announced that trains were suspended.

(Oh, NJ Transit. Don't you ever change.)

I silently "grrrrr"ed to myself and cursed my bad luck.

And then I heard the people next to me talk about how they were waiting for the train so they could visit a 10-year-old girl at Sloan Kettering who had cancer.

And that is what we call "perspective."

Diana Rissetto

Last night, I saw a girl wearing that bearhead thing Ke$ha has on in my previous entry.

I couldn't believe it.

Has Ke$ha started a trend or is she following one? Are capes with bearheads on top the in thing this spring?

I saw this girl (and her bearhead cape thing) going into the same show I saw last night. After the show, I said to my friend, "Did you see that girl in the bearhead cape thing???" She told me she hadn't, and then when we left the theater, she shushed me because the girl in her bearhead cape thing was standing right there (and I was talking about her.)

Personally, I think if you're going-out in a cape with a bearhead hood, you really should expect people to talk about you. I think you would also be a bit surprised and disappointed if people didn't.

Diana Rissetto

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Wow, there really IS a charity for everything!

We can make scarves for people who rescued Jews in Poland during WWII who are still living!

http://honoringtherighteous.wordpress.com/2011/02/02/knitting-for-rescuers/

Diana Rissetto

I am wearing this outfit for my next job interview...

I am SO going to get the job if I do.

Does anybody remember Claudia Kishi of The Baby-Sitters Club? Sometimes I feel like Ke$ha is the Claudia Kishi of our day. I could absolutely imagine Claudia Kishi hanging-out in a bear suit at the 5:30 BSC meeting.

From now on, I am going to call this girl Ki$hi.



Diana Rissetto

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I'm not quite sure when I started wishing I was Irish. I was really into leprechauns and St. Patrick's Day when I was a child. At my old elementary school, the teachers would put sparkly green dust on the ground on St. Patrick's Day morning.

As I grew-up, I started reading a lot of Maeve Binchy and watching a lot of movies about Irish people. All of my crushes were on young men who looked undeniably Irish. (Chris O'Donnell and several "real" young men whose names I obviously can't list on here.) Towards the end of high school, I completed my first full manuscript, which was about an Irish orphan boy. (After that, all my stories had Irish orphan boys in them.) At 18, I went to Ireland and it remains the most beautiful place I have ever visited.

Here's a clip of Sean Connery singing "A Pretty Irish Girl" in Darby O'Gill and the Little People. This movie isn't on today, but it's ALWAYS on the Fox Movie Channel and the Hallmark Movie Channel in the summertime. Makes sense.

Sean Connery at his finest. 007 WHO?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eTwmjOySDjA&NR=1


Diana Rissetto

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Because I can be a tad dramatic sometimes...

...over the past few months, I took it upon myself to make a self-diagnosis of some kind of a form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I read-up on various kinds of it and found that it was actually quite common among people who have experienced a similar situation as I was in.

I found myself losing a lot of sleep and fixating on this one day. I relived that day's events over and over in my mind. I blamed myself. I wished it could have all been different. I lost interest in things that used to make me happy. I became very unfocused and distracted. I cried a lot.

Over the past few days, thanks in part to reading Fortytude by Sarah Brokaw, I have been feeling so much better. I stumbled upon emails from "that day" today accidentally and I was able to read through them. I was relaying what was happening to one of my closest friends. I sounded so upset and terrified.

Even though I had been reliving that day in my mind over and over, it wasn't until I read those emails that I really remembered what it had been like...

And it hit me just how just horribly I had been treated. I was the victim in this situation and the person who hurt me was nothing but a despicable coward.

I deserve good things. I deserve to be happy. I deserve peace.

After reading those emails, I was angry at myself for letting that person live in my head rent-free, as my cousin Kerry would put it.

I talk about it all the time on here, but, you know what? I do believe in karma. And I believe if you go through life treating people the way this person treats others, it's going to come back to you one day (if it hasn't already.) I know I'm loved. I know I'm good to people. This person never deserved to have anything to do with me.

And just like I quoted yesterday, the best revenge is to be nothing like the person who wronged you.

I'm already not...and I'm so glad.

Diana Rissetto

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Hmmm

I think I want the dress the girls on Glee are wearing right now.

Diana Rissetto

Words to live by...

The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury...

Monday, March 14, 2011

8 years ago...

...wow, 8 years ago?...I did what I do best and randomly started talking to a complete stranger in the park.

That complete stranger turned-out to be a complete kindred spirit and over the years, I have watched him become a superstar...and I also feel like he has taken me along for the ride.

Here's Cheyenne Jackson celebrating the 100th episode of 30 Rock...he'll also be appearing on GLEE next week.

You know who is very lucky?

Josh Groban's girlfirend.

Does Josh Groban even have a girlfriend?

I've realized how hilarious that guy is. And he has curly hair. And he can sing one mean "O Holy Night."

Diana Rissetto

Sunday, March 13, 2011

The most quoteable and helpful book I have read in a long time...

How much control do we really have over attaining massive wealth or finding the ideal partner? We might waste our lives searching for fortune or Mr. Right and miss every exotic destination, every moving moment and glorious mountain peak, every inspirational person, pleasant distraction, or fascinating side trip as we could have been reveling in along the way. Furthermore, even the term "pursuit of happiness" strikes me as odd. It is implied that happiness is running away from us and we're desperately chasing after it, trying to catch it in our butterfly nets. It suggests that happiness is something we have to strive for rather than something we already have a ride to experience simply by being alive-Sarah Brokaw, Fortytude

Saturday, March 12, 2011

This Facebook Fast started something...

I have found that I really don't miss Facebook at all and was even able to log-in to send a couple of messages (to those I don't normally email).

I didn't stay online to update my status or comment on a photo or check anybody else's page.

I had no need to!

Since I was able to conquer a dependence on Facebook, I asked myself...what's next?

Television.

I have never been one to get into television shows. I had absolutely no idea what anybody was talking about throughout the entire LOST mania. I have never seen an episode of Desperate Housewives. The last television show I watched every week and missed when it went-off the air was Ugly Betty. I promise myself every year that I won't get into Dancing with the Stars, but I always end-up watching just enough of the results show every week in order to know what's going on.

However, even though I don't follow many shows, I still feel like that darned thing is always on.

And I am going to change that right now.

Back when I was working, I was pretty much home only to sleep. I didn't have hours of my day to do "nothing" as I do now. And that TV will be on.

I am going to leave the television completely off this week, with a few rare exceptions. (Such as Cheyenne Jackson appearing on Glee or 30 Rock!)

I mean...King of Queens reruns never stop being hilarious, Say Yes to the Dress, for some reason, is terribly addicting, and I have never been one to pass-on a "give me back my baby" movie marathon on Lifetime.

But, none of these are enriching my life in any way. I get that. And I don't need to watch shows like Entertainment Tonight and Access Hollywood
so I can know what Ron Howard thinks of the Charlie Sheen situation.

There are books to be read. There are conversations with friends to be had. There are stories and pages of dialogues to be written.

If it's true that television rots your brain, I am ready to find that out.

(And if I find myself really enjoying this "no tv" thing, I am kind of nervous about what I'll end-up giving-up next. I don't know if I'm quite ready to function without running water.)

Diana Rissetto

And just like Beth dying in Little Women...

...the episode of Little House on the Prairie when Albert dies?

It never gets any easier. Ever.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Fortytude

Tom Brokaw has always been one of my favorite guys. Maybe it's a strange "favorite guy" for a teenager to have. I always found him enormously comforting to watch, especially in the days which followed 9/11. He always showed that he was indeed human, and a very sensitive human at that. When I was in high school, I sent him a copy of my school's literary magazine. I was published in it and wrote about my connection to "The Greatest Generation", an expression he coined for those of my grandparents' age. A few weeks later, my sister got the mail and came inside saying, "I don't even want to KNOW why you're getting a big envelope from NBC."

Inside that big envelope was a signed copy of The Greatest Generation Speaks. Tom had inscribed, "To Diana, because she understands--Tom Brokaw." It immediately became a prized possession of mine. I knew that Tom had received thousands of letters in response to those books, and this was proof that he took the time to read and respond to every one of them. I always knew he was a great man and now I had proof.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, as they say.

Tom's daughter, Sarah Brokaw, has released her own wonderful book called Fortytude.

My mom told me to turn-on an interview with Sarah on The Today Show last week. I thought she was just telling me that because she knows what a big fan I am of Tom's...but it was because she really liked the things Sarah was saying and knew that I would appreciate them and relate as well.

The tagline is "Making the Next Decades the Best Years of Your Life--through the 40's, 50's, and Beyond."

Okay, since I'm not yet 30, it seems strange I should want to read this book, but as Sarah said, it is a book she wishes was around when she was in her twenties. After reading it, I couldn't agree more.

I finished it yesterday and had a good cry over it. Sarah absolutely, completely, in no doubt "gets it."

The general gist? No, I am 100% what I am doing with my life...I have overwhelming fears and insecurities...but I am going to move through each day and do my best, be happy and enjoy myself.

She talks about panicking and feeling like you are running-out of time to do it all...marriage...children. If you asked me ten years ago, I would have said I'd be married with four kids by now...and I'm not...and I'm glad I'm not, but, at the same time, worried it will never happen. Like she says several times in the book, I definitely don't feel my age and with people often assuming I'm in high school, it makes me feel a bit immature and "too young" for things. I don't feel anywhere near "grown-up" enough to be married or have a child, so I worry if I ever will! (And, really, how am I supposed to look older? Dye my hair gray?)

This past August, I made my off-Broadway debut and I think back to the night we premiered and it was the happiest night of my life. I felt so successful and so many people from all different stages of my life were together at the after party. I want to always feel that happy and successful and loved and am terrified that I'm running-out of time to make it all happen for myself. I was laid-off from my job in November. I was there for three years and it meant so much to me. Since then, I have sunk into a bit of a rough patch. I think back to how happy I was just six months ago and wonder how I managed to make such a 180 since then. I have to remember how happy and successful I felt then and now that it is possible to feel that way again.

Sarah didn't go to her twenty year reunion because she wasn't married with children like all of her old classmates were. I have my own high school reunion story as well...my ten year was this past summer, and I was debating whether or not I was going to go. Thanks to Facebook, I knew that, all of a sudden, so many of my old classmates were married with children and I had a feeling that if I went, I'd come home feeling really down that I wasn't (even though I'm not ready to be and don't really want to be right now) and even asking myself, "Oh, come on. How did THEY manage to get married and I'm not???" I went back-and-forth on the subject, and then I got the dates for my show and it was that very same weekend. I admit, it DID feel good to tell myself, "See? you're one of those people who are too important to go to your high school reunion! You don't need a wedding or a baby to validate yourself!" But, like Sarah says, I later realized that nobody else would care otherwise and I shouldn't let that effect me.

Sarah also discusses how she feels a bit of a misfit in her family, as if she was the only one who didn't know what she was doing. I know exactly what she's saying there as I am the "flaky creative one" in the bunch.

Anyway, I really loved the book and will be recommending it to all of my friends...ages twenty-five and up! I feel like all of us are looking around at the others and thinking that everybody else has it completely figured-out and wondering what exactly we did to fall so far behind...but then I realize that almost all of us feel that way and just aren't vocal about it.

I am vocal about it...and so is Sarah...and I am so grateful for that.

Those Brokaws are good stock.

I am not scared about turning 30...I am approaching it with fortytude. I am approaching it with grace.

Diana Rissetto

Grace

When we make peace with life events, even when things don't go the way we want, we exhibit grace. When we manage stressful situations with humor, we exhibit grace. When we are accepting of others, we exhibit grace. Grace is not about physical beauty or having a ballerina's poise. It is composed of generosity, forgiveness, and equanimity in the face of trying times.
-Sarah Brokaw, FORTYTUDE

I really wish I have exhibited more grace over the past few months.

Things didn't go my way, I was faced with a stressful situation and I blamed other people. I let myself become somewhat of a raving lunatic. I probably, at least temporarily, scared away a bunch of people that I care about a lot.

I am going to look at everything as a growing experience and be grateful that it all happened. There's really no other choice! I have said a few times that I'm glad I was made-fun of as a kid on the schoolbus...it made me very sensitive to cruelty of any kind. And I'm determined to become grateful for what happened to me a few months ago and sure that nothing but good (great) things will come of it from now on.

Recently, a friend of mine told me that I deserve some peace. She was right. I did all I could to mend things with others. I said apologies and told myself that I couldn't do anything else, but hope others could understand how much I went through and how hard it was on me. If they couldn't understand it, or try to, then I've done my best. (Actually, nobody else could understand what I went through, except for me.)

I'll put it under my "pay it forward" list and know that if I ever encounter somebody in the position I am in right now, I'll be their friend, even if I wasn't friends with them to begin with...because you really need a friend when you feel like that.

I really hope that the people that love me will forgive and overlook all of this temporary insanity I have displayed over the past few months and know that I am genuinely trying to grow from this and be stronger (and act like a real grown-up for once.) I will return the favor and always be there for them in their craziness in the future.

My cousin told me about how when she's struggling with something, she writes it down and puts it in a box and leaves it up to God to work it out and tells herself she is now free from the issue. She keeps the notes in that box so she can reread them weeks, months, years later...some of the stuff that seemed so life-or-death back then isn't so important anymore and really DID end-up working-out. I like that practice and am going to try it.

Hind's sight is 20/20. I know now to be a bit calmer, act like a grown-up and not to put things in writing (as my mother always, always told me...but as a writer, that is difficult.)

I am ready to start exhibiting grace. A lot of it.

Diana Rissetto

I somehow feel the tides are turning...

How can we know
The fate of the earth
Must everything go
From bad to worse

How can we be
Just along for the ride
We'd rather believe
That we decide

That we can stand here
And say loud and clear
Here comes the turn of the tide

Here comes the turn
Here comes the turn
Here comes the turn of the tide

We cannot go on
Sounding alarms
And rattling swords
And building bombs
And fouling the air
And the streams underground
We've got to begin to turn it around

It's our right to be heard
Our right to decide
Here comes the turn of the tide

Here comes the turn
Here comes the turn
Here comes the turn of the tide

As low as we've gone
Now the ocean is calm
Now here comes the turn of the tide

It's time to be heard
It's time to decide
Here comes the turn of the tide

Here comes the turn
Here comes the turn
Here comes the turn of the tide-Carly Simon

I am meeting an old friend for lunch today...

She texted me to tell me that she had a "message at 10" so she would let me know when she was ready to meet-up.

A few minutes later, she texted me again with, "I meant to write, 'I have a massage at 10."

Honestly, I was picturing her waiting by her door for a telegram and didn't think twice about it...

(We were also wearing old-fashioned hats in this scenario.)

Diana Rissetto

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Instead of...

Last week, after a particularly rough couple of days, I got a handwritten card in the mail from one of my best friends. I called her right away to thank her and realized I could barely get the words-out because I was crying so much. I really was just so overwhelmed that somebody (over the age of ten) cared enough about me to cut-out pictures and make me a card that listed the reasons why I was special and loved. She put in reminders of special things (the logo from the off-Broadway show) I wrote and of the remarkable people I could count as friends (the late Frank Sinatra.)

This week, I found myself incredibly let-down by other people. I expected more from them, for them to be a little nicer and to care more about my feelings and was just genuinely disappointed in them.

I realized that I can't focus on that. I need to focus on the people that care about me enough to send me handwritten cards like that...if all I had were people who let me down, it would be one thing...but it's not. I have a lot of people that love me, that I know I can count on in the worst of times, will tell me the brutal truth when I need to hear it and will laugh at the thousands of inside jokes that only we could ever get.

I'm good. It's all good.

Diana Rissetto

When I was in the 7th grade...

...I had a big crush on Chris O'Donnell and Chris O'Donnell is probably the reason I would spend a lifetime falling for Irish guys.

A buddy of mine recently told me that he had been hanging-out with Chris O'Donnell at a party and Chris is, just as I expected he would be, gorgeous in person.

Good to know.

Diana Rissetto

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

I hope this woman's amazing karma catches-up with her very soon.

As chronicled, I am job-hunting.

I apply to dozens of jobs a day, probably get about five calls for interviews a day and end-up going-on at least two job interviews per week.

I have had interviews in which the people shake my hand and tell me, "Welcome Aboard!" and then I will never hear from them again. A couple of months ago, I went on an interview and was pretty sure the woman was going to have a parade come through the door any moment in my honor, she made such a big deal over me. I had to call and email her every so often for a month until I finally got a, "Thought you were great, but we hired somebody else!" email from her.

My jobhunt has been known to bring me to tears often. It has happened in every other jobhunt I have gone on, and it is happening once again. I can't help it. It's frustrating. It's discouraging. It makes you feel pretty badly about yourself and wondering if you're full of all of these horrible flaws.

Two days ago, I got a rejection email for a job I had never even been called in to interview for.

The woman who had received my resume cover letter told me that I wasn't going to get the job, but that she could tell I was a really great writer from my cover letter and that she was sure that I would be okay and find the right position soon. She also brought-up how frustrating and exhausting looking for a job is.

I love this girl.

I wrote back to her that if I had a job and thus had money, I would send her a fruit basket for that email. It was the nicest rejection letter I had ever gotten. I feel like she must have been in the same spot I am in right now...when you're applying and interviewing and sometimes walking down the block with your feet aching from the heels and in tears.

I always remember things like this as a sign that I need to pay it all forward. Once I was crying in an elevator and some woman I didn't even know helped me and made sure I got home okay. I never forgot her and whenever I am in an elevator, I always check to see if there are any crying people in it that might need a friend.

If I am ever in the position of combing through resumes and I want to say something nice about somebody's writing...I will. I know now that it just might make their day and give them the energy to keep on going with this exhausting hunt.

Diana Rissetto

Lent

Despite the fact that most people think I am Jewish upon meeting me or seeing my picture (I got three requests for my phone number at a Purim party a few years ago...), I am actually Catholic. (I won't even bring-up the fact that whenever people assume I am Jewish, I always think, "I'm not sure what really made you think that...the crucifix dangling around my neck? My Italian last name? The fact that I have church volunteer stuff on my resume?" (because, believe it or not, it's come-up in job interviews.)

Today is Ash Wednesday. I got my ashes and last night, I decided what to give-up.

I can't give-up chocolate for Lent. Giving-up chocolate for Lent would mean giving-up mini-Cadbury eggs for the entire year. (Although, some years, they also come-out for Christmas in red, green and white.)

I am giving-up Facebook.

Contrary to popular belief, I am not addicted to Facebook. I am, however, addicted to updating my Facebook status and so many people tell me how they log into Facebook JUST to read my Facebook statuses. Somebody even recently told me at a WAKE that they were hilarious. I don't try hard, strange things just happen to me and I can't help but share it with my 400-so friends.

But, for the next forty days, I will not log-in.

I have a friend who is also giving-up Facebook for Lent, and by afternoon, she was saying how free she felt. Not long after, I realized I was feeling the same way and IMed her.



Me:
you're right...no facebook=very freeing.

Her:
RIGHT???
i might not go back!

Me:
because, honestly, I WAS wondering what was going on in my old office and kept checking my formers coworkers' statuses for clues. but now I don't know!!!!!!!!!!!!
and I was occasionally checking (boy I consider to be The One that Got Away) girlfriend's page to make sure there wasn't an engagement ring announcement but now I don't know!! And I am thrilled!

Her:
yup!!
i was obsessed with my hs friends' babies and houses
and now i'm not!

Me:
it's amazing
How did people compare themselves to others and feel badly about themselves back in Walnut Grove?





It has been said that ignorance is bliss, and perhaps the Facebook Lent Experiment of 2010 will prove just that and my friend and I will BOTH be blissfully happy by Easter.

Diana Rissetto

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Quote of the Day

Think of a car driving through the night. The headlights only go a hundred or two hundred feet forward, and you can make it all the way from California to New York driving through the dark, because all you have to see is the next two hundred feet. And that's how life tends to unfold before us. If we just trust that the next two hundred feet will unfold after that, and the next two hundred feet will unfold after that, your life will keep unfolding. And it will eventually get you to the destination of whatever it is you truly want, because you want it. - The Secret

Friday, March 4, 2011

I'm just going to laugh.

My 20-month-old nephew has the power to make me feel just like Jerry Seinfeld. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why I love him so much and why he's managed to become one of my favorite people in the world, despite the fact that I haven't known him too long.

I was sitting across from him the other night and I made a face. It wasn't a particularly funny face...but it was a face.

Andrew started laughing.

And laughing.

And laughing.

I have never made anybody laugh that much in my life.

He would stop laughing...I would make that face again...and off he would go again.

A genuine belly laugh from a very little person...is there anything better in the world than that?

I remember hearing that if you're not feeling happy, you should smile anyway, and it will trick your brain into thinking you are happy and you will feel happier.

If a little smile can apparently do that much good, can you imagine how much laughing like little Andrew was laughing at my face could do for one's mood?

I'm going to be honest, the past few months, I have been crying a lot more than I have been laughing...and there is no reason for that. As trite as it sounds, I have to keep reminding myself of everything that I DO have and how lucky I am. Sometimes it's not enough, though, and you remember a moment, or a day, when you were incredibly happy and felt fantastic about yourself...and wonder where those feelings have gone and why you can't feel them all the time.

I am taking a lesson from little Andrew...and I am going to laugh even when things aren't funny. (I mean, really? My face couldn't have been THAT funny.)

When I am frustrated, sad, apprehensive, worrying relentlessly about the future? I am going to laugh. Hysterically.

When I realize I have a hole in my tights when I am running-out the door? I am going to start laughing.

When my allergies are so bad I can't see straight? Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.

When somebody hurts me...really hurts me...and lets me down (it's been happening often lately)whether they meant to or not? It might be really difficult...but I am going to laugh. (And then I'm going to laugh at them.)

You learn something else watching little kids, too...one moment, they are crying and screaming and throwing things...and the next...they are happy. It really IS that easy to feel better, despite how hard it might feel at the time.

I am going to start using my new approach to life tomorrow...and I have a feeling it could really help...

Diana Rissetto

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

A picture is worth a thousand words...





I love Elton. And he looks so happy!