The Life I Was Meant to Live

This is the life I was meant to live. Now that my work schedule has back off slightly (or at least stopped demanding such crazy hours), I can actually do things at normal "after work" hours like regular people. My first week of freedom is including 3 Broadway shows in the span of a week.

This is why I moved to New York.

It is invigorating. Sometimes when we have a dinner with this person, and a work event on that night, and we're supposed to meet up from drinks with friend X,Y, and Z, plus go to the movies for a "quiet night", it just gets exhausting. When I have something going on all the time, I feel like time passes me by too quickly. This statement, of course, has exceptions. Theatre is always one of them.

I've seen a lot of shows. But somehow it never gets lost on me. The opposite, actually: the more I see, the more I crave it. And especially lately, the more I feel the need to be back in it. Recently, I had a chance to talk to someone who was telling me how almost everyone in her office was involved in some kind of outside art - they all belonged to theater groups, improv troupes, dance classes, something.

It's missing. All of it. From my life. I read scripts for shows that I know I am not a part of, watch rehearsals for dances I am never going to do, sing along to songs in the car that will not be performed anywhere, and haven't even had time to entertain the idea of designing anything in ages.

At least going to see shows brings me back into the mix - it gets me close to what I love and where I want to be. Not quite there, but close enough to feel it and make me contented for a while.

For now.

::insert sigh here::

I just wrote a very long blog entry. Decided against it. Erased and tried a different route that I've been thinking of. Erased that too.

Now this is all I'm saying. Got nothing else for right now.