Getting Proud

So yesterday for the very first time, I marched in the Chicago Gay Pride Parade. Owen and I marched with Gerber Hart Library,which he is on the board. Gerber Hart is an LGBT library and cultural center. As I told someone later,now I know what Madonna feels like. To be walking in a parade with 300,000 people cheering and applauding as you are walking is a rush I have never experienced. I know it's not about that,but it was a pretty amazing time. And being a part of something like that with Owen was really special.
This week coming up is nuts. With the exception of tonight,we have something going on every night this week. So much for sitting around watching TV all summer. And for some reason,work is also very busy,which is also great. I would rather be too busy than not at all.
I say this alot,but sometimes I look at my life and can't believe it's mine. I never thought I would have the life I have today. Having said that,I live with this fear that it will all be taken away and could be at any second. Why? Because for the first part of my life,nothing ever felt safe or real or permanent. The life I have today didn't just roll out. I knew what I wanted and worked hard to get it. I had a friend tell me today that he knows that no matter what,earthquakes,floods,car accidents,I would be there. He can depend on me. Growing up,the oldest of 6 kids, that was my job. Keep it all together. Make sure everyone,including my mom,was taken care of. My father was not around so I took on that role. I really not sure how this all connects,but I feel like that little kid alot. Still. I am the only one who can get it(whatever that "it" is) done. Take care of it.
Changing subjects,I was really sad to hear about Farrah Fawcett's passing. I was a big fan and really enjoyed her and her work. Every Wednesday night, I was in front of the TV,watching Sabrina,Kelly and Jill. I also watched her documentary in May about her cancer and treatment. It was brutal to watch,but riveting. I really admire her. She will be missed.