Old habits die so very, very hard.
I had this whole post planned prior to opening the window. The thought was interrupted by my grandmother calling to inform me that she really wasn't trying to set me up with her exterminator's son... Phew?
Right now I'm at the end of a three week "vacation" between hair and hair. I spent the entirety of last week in the theater. I thought I was going to hate every minute, but it had me missing theater deeply and reminded me how much I want to get on the stage again. Except, I just accepted a full time position at Arrojo Studio, so I'm pretty certain I will not have the time to audition. I'm in this weird life-passion-love-triangle. I want to do both. It's never been a secret that I want to everything...
Teddy is trying to coax me into Assistant Directing this 15 minute musical. I can't help but smile about it.
I'm writing to warm up to write K-Hawk: Escape From Staten Island, which will come to some cheap ass theater near you in 2011. The idea of it is just too fun to pass up; plus I already mapped out a sequel to this sequel. Look - I'm just like JK Rowling only instead of wizards, I got guidos.
My life is a whirlwind right now. Sort of like that scene in Philharmagic where all the instruments are cyclone-ing around Mickey and he's trying to tame them all. Yea, that's my life. Except I feel more like Donald Duck than Mickey. [There's an obscure Disney World reference for you... If you got that we can be friends for life.] I guess there's so much that has happened in the past seven months I don't really have the time or patience to put it here.
I have this new habit that whenever I get really frustrated, I smile.
