Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
~ Rumi
Fuel for thought: accomplishments. I’m tearing my apartment apart, chucking as much of it out the door as possible, pulling my layered life into pieces and discarding everything that isn’t essential. I’m not certain what I’m looking for, except that I know it’s time to change.
I’m considering taking an aerialist refresher course, shredded shoulder or no, and I’m taking my learners test this week. I expect to pass. Anyone got a car they’re willing let me lurch around a parking lot? Cars don’t make the same sense as motorcycles. My ignorance on how to make an automatic go is irking me, a symptom of the far more complicated and significant impetus that’s suddenly taken me.
The last few years, I’ve been complacent, too busy keeping my head above water to do more than fight to survive – it’s time to be something other than tired. The theatre is continuing to tick along quietly, which is good, but the operative word is quietly. Right now it’s only words on paper shuffling between investors, lawyers, and their accountants. Vapourware, nothing that feels real, radio silence slowly driving me batty. Nothing that blows up the sky. I need more of that spark.
In keeping with my approach for change, if you would like some interesting life detritus which otherwise would go to Value Village or kids in a park, send me your mailing address and I’ll see what I can do about spreading the love.
(Google Ads has given a friend the following headlines to go with one of my email: “Did He Break Your Heart?” “Improv, Acting & Writing” “LifeGem Memorial Diamonds” “Heal From Your Break Up”.)