I loved blogging.
It was an outlet and it was a diary of sorts for my adventures in LA.
I keep a pretty busy dance card so it was nice to capture what I loved about this city while with friends.
Every recent event, made me take pause so I would remember the details. I was going to write about it.
But then my other creative endeavors would take priority.
My new year's resolution was to start blogging again. But as you know, it's already mid-April and nary a word has been written. If I used Twitter more than twice a year, one could assume I was getting my writing on by documenting my life more succinctly.
Recently, as Mads and I were scouting out where to have Zapato's and Mr. Zapato's co-ed bachelor/ette, we ran into some blog-worthy chaos and laugh-inducing antics. "These are the times I wish you still blogged," she said to me.
"I will start blogging soon."
And I meant it.
But then things got busy again: a fabulous and top notch fun wedding in Palm Springs and a weekend of visiting old friends; a fun night in Hollywood at a hip new spot for a talented, super nice singer friend's birthday. seeing the Groundlings Personals show: grateful I am no longer single but sad that I am no longer doing Improv; dinner with the girls; another dinner with more girls; supporting a friend in his Toastmaster's competition (side note: the night was surreal in a way that begs for a blog entry but my friend totally kicked ass and was robbed at moving on to the next round. Though in all sincerity, he is better than that circus I witnessed).
As you can see...I was too busy to blog. But as my previous entries would show, those busy moments are when I used to blog the most.
I have time, I thought.
Don't we all?
Have time, I mean. (Irony is thinking I have time to blog about things that I am too busy to blog about - wait, IS that irony?)
Mads and I finished the music video version of the footage we took at the wedding, despite some inebriated-shaking footage.
This morning, I was getting ready to head to Mads', I got a call from a co-worker. Then another co-worker.
I missed both calls. Then followed by a text about a former fellow co-worker.
But he wasn't just a former co-worker, he was the source of laughter and gossip and head shaking and lots and lots of fun.
But not only that, as snarky as he always was and there were times, his angling led me to wonder if I was making a deal with the devil, he was also one of the most generous people I have ever met.
He has helped so many people.
He made sure he took up for the underdog. Or at least for those who he deemed to be needing help.
But he did it without a need to be acknowledged for his good deeds (though he LOVED acknowledgement in terms of getting attention).
He used to scream down the hall at his assistants - sometimes seriously and sometimes joking.
He also made sure we had parties when times were tough at work. He created food show challenges and also art show challenges. His life was filled with love and travel and friends and creativity.
He just helped a friend get a job in the past few weeks. He also was the topic of conversation when an old friend and I reconnected about the past. We laughed at this antics and we giggled at how he could make you crazy but also make you marvel at his level of risk in the face of office politics.
He was never far from the topic of conversations.
That text this morning informed me that he had died. And not just died.
He did something you never think that people who have everything would do.
A fury of calls and texts were made and received. Mostly shock and tears.
I am still stunned. So many questions but ultimately, one answer. Which doesn't answer any of the questions.
And I realized that I don't have time.
I mean, I do, but I don't know the length.
That's the gamble. Live like you only have today.
So today, I blogged.
RIP Mr. K