I've decided to stop keeping a daily journal. It hasn't helped me "find myself", and I record only the most boring, trivial parts of my day. What's the point?
Here's all the daily bloging adds up to: I hate my job. I come home from work exhausted, watch tv, cook dinner, and flop on the bed with my boyfriend. Alternatively, we go out to bars with friends and have a pleasant evening until we get tired enough to go home and flop on the bed.
Here's the importnat thing that I've uncovered lately, (this hasn't made it to the blog): I know what makes me happy!
On occasion, I have reason to go to a theater; be it to watch a show or to deliver FedEx Kinko's printed programs to the ticket office. This is the highlight of my day, week, and month. And the reason I enjoy it so much:I might get a glimps of the backstage. I just want to see the unfinished sets, the actors getting their make-up put on, and the cast members joking around.
This makes me happy. The backstage. I've loved it sinceI participated in community theater productions as a kid. It is so magical. More magical to me than anything that happens onstage.
So, I should follow my bliss, right? Adopt a career as a stage-hand; go back to school for a degree in set design or something? Or maybe that's a misguided pipe dream. I know what I love. Now the question is what will I do about it?
Here's all the daily bloging adds up to: I hate my job. I come home from work exhausted, watch tv, cook dinner, and flop on the bed with my boyfriend. Alternatively, we go out to bars with friends and have a pleasant evening until we get tired enough to go home and flop on the bed.
Here's the importnat thing that I've uncovered lately, (this hasn't made it to the blog): I know what makes me happy!
On occasion, I have reason to go to a theater; be it to watch a show or to deliver FedEx Kinko's printed programs to the ticket office. This is the highlight of my day, week, and month. And the reason I enjoy it so much:I might get a glimps of the backstage. I just want to see the unfinished sets, the actors getting their make-up put on, and the cast members joking around.
This makes me happy. The backstage. I've loved it sinceI participated in community theater productions as a kid. It is so magical. More magical to me than anything that happens onstage.
So, I should follow my bliss, right? Adopt a career as a stage-hand; go back to school for a degree in set design or something? Or maybe that's a misguided pipe dream. I know what I love. Now the question is what will I do about it?
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You'll figure out what sounds best to you, I think. Heck, there's always community theater groups if you want to test the waters.
Besides, you know I think you can do anything you set your mind to. Except walk and chew gum at the same time, of course. Just kidding!
I'd scold you for not blogging, but wow, that would be hypocritical of me, wouldnt it?