{"id":563,"date":"2010-10-26T02:24:35","date_gmt":"2010-10-26T10:24:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lisabrounstein.com\/blog\/?p=563"},"modified":"2010-10-26T02:24:35","modified_gmt":"2010-10-26T10:24:35","slug":"circumstances-and-situations","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/?p=563","title":{"rendered":"Circumstances and Situations"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today is October 25th, the anniversary of the day I broke up with an ex-boyfriend and tomorrow is the anniversary of the day I finally met my husband in person.  \u00a0Dates are funny.  \u00a0Not in a magical way.  \u00a0Dates are like smells in the memories they invoke.  \u00a0I remember the day I broke up with my ex-boyfriend distinctly.  \u00a0It was a Sunday.  \u00a0We had gone downtown to Chinatown for Dim Sum.  \u00a0The place he wanted to go was closed for a private party so, we wandered around downtown trying to find a place.  \u00a0By the time we found a Dim Sum place it was filled with people and there was a line.  \u00a0He got upset.  \u00a0Clearly, he had issues that had nothing to do with not getting a pork bao and a chicken foot.  \u00a0I was upset that he was upset.  \u00a0We walked back to the car in silence.  \u00a0Then in the car we started arguing about something or other.  \u00a0I remember taking off the silver rolling ring he had bought me on a fun trip down to Tijuana to have lunch and buy contraband freon for an old car he was working on, and I threw it at him and said, &#8220;Maybe we should just break up!!&#8221;  \u00a0The words hung in the air.  \u00a0A moment later he turned to me and said, &#8220;Okay.&#8221;  \u00a0We drove to Canter&#8217;s where we had soup and cried.<\/p>\n<p>The following year, John, my now husband, and I started talking on line and then on the phone.  \u00a0He came to visit me for the first time on October 26th.  \u00a0At the time I was taking part in a documentary about 4 women of size and their lives.  \u00a0The camera crew came with me to pick John up at LAX.  \u00a0The moment we saw each other, for the first time, in the flesh, was captured on film.  \u00a0We showed that snippet of film at our wedding reception.<\/p>\n<p>Today is just another day.  \u00a0Days lately seem like just another day.  \u00a0I lost my job with the accounting firm a little over a year ago.  \u00a0It was a job, I thought I was good at. But everyday I would drive home from there deflated and sad that that was the job I was doing.  \u00a0It wasn&#8217;t the people.  \u00a0Okay, it was one of them.  \u00a0But it wasn&#8217;t really the people or the work.  \u00a0I like accounting.  \u00a0It just wasn&#8217;t what I moved to LA to do.  \u00a0Every day I would drive home in that ridiculous 101 commute wearing grown up clothes and feeling miserable. When I was &#8220;let go&#8221; I was sad and frustrated and yet I felt an overwhelming sense of relief and freedom.  \u00a0That is, once I stopped crying.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-570\" title=\"sausage\" src=\"http:\/\/lisabrounstein.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/10\/sausage1-224x300.jpg\" alt=\"sausage\" width=\"224\" height=\"300\" \/>A year ago today I was in Amsterdam.  \u00a0I had paid for my ticket less than a week before I got &#8220;let go.&#8221;  \u00a0 It was an amazing trip.  \u00a0I felt inspired and alive when I was there.  \u00a0When I was home, I continued to feel inspired.  \u00a0It is an inspiring place.  \u00a0 On this day a year ago I was in a farmer&#8217;s market with my sister and brother-in-law.  \u00a0The sausage guys started singing a Mamas and Papas song and called me Mama Cass.<\/p>\n<p>I know it&#8217;s silly.  \u00a0Nothing has changed in the year.  \u00a0I weigh the same as I did last year.  \u00a0My hair is a bit darker.  \u00a0Financially, I know I need to work and soon.  \u00a0But I read an article in the LA Times about unemployment and how a woman applied for a job where there were four openings and 2000 people had submitted applications.  \u00a0It seems so bleak.  \u00a0And, worse, I wouldn&#8217;t want that job.<\/p>\n<p>I have had some great auditions this year.  \u00a0And, in a sense, it feels like when you are looking at a slot machine and you almost win.  \u00a0There is that excitement but there are no bells and no money in your pocket.<\/p>\n<p>I remember a long time ago talking to a friend who was unhappy about some things in her life.  \u00a0I told her, &#8220;you have shitty circumstances but you aren&#8217;t your circumstances!&#8221;  \u00a0That is kind of how I feel.  \u00a0Only all of my circumstances aren&#8217;t shitty.  \u00a0And, all of my situations aren&#8217;t shitty either.  \u00a0It really is bits and pieces.  \u00a0My great husband just came home and I am cooking dinner.  \u00a0I am fortunate to have a great husband and I am fortunate to have dinner to cook in my apartment.<\/p>\n<p>There is part of me that just knows it isn&#8217;t time to quit yet.  \u00a0I know there is a lot of acting and writing left in my future.  \u00a0I know I will make money doing what I love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today is October 25th, the anniversary of the day I broke up with an ex-boyfriend and tomorrow is the anniversary of the day I finally met my husband in person. \u00a0Dates are funny. \u00a0Not in a magical way. \u00a0Dates are like smells in the memories they invoke. \u00a0I remember the day I broke up with&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/?p=563\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Circumstances and Situations<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[6,7,8,11,13,14,20,27,40,53,57],"class_list":["post-563","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life-in-los-angeles","tag-acting","tag-actor","tag-actress","tag-amsterdam","tag-audition","tag-bbw","tag-comedy","tag-fat-girl","tag-lisa-brounstein","tag-travel","tag-writer","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/563","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=563"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/563\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=563"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=563"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.lisabrounstein.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=563"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}