Me, a fuddy duddy?
Possibly.
Over the last few weeks, while cast members are getting drunk on cheap Vodka and Cabernet, or going out just cuz', I've opted to stay in and indulge in my alone time; reading, watching teevee(which I haven't owned myself in years and is therefore, sort of fun) knit, write postcards and truly enjoy the luxury of time. I mean, I am truly enjoying this strange Hestianic vibration I'm clinging onto.
Taking care of myself has been this sort of game. I have spent the last ten years of my life, playing pretty hard and pretty regularly. Somehow lately, if I'm hungover, my performance sinks, and I can't function, I mean, even a few drinks. 6 or 7 drinks used to do little more than fog my mind the following day. It's no longer worth a performance for a night out.
Oil pulling, Mangosteen, Sun Salutations, digestiion rotations, sit-up singularity club and so forth. I'm not saying I don't love to romp it, but I'm reserving those nights, and my bodies capacity for play, for special or truly wanted occasions.
^The results: While everyone else is sleeping off their Saturday night, I' m up, in dowtown Raliegh where everything but the Kinkos is closed. It's a few hours before the show at North Carolina University. I feel, good. Like really, really good.
In great news: I did my taxes (nerd alert)! And have applied for an affordable artist apt. in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn (yay) and think I have a good shot, of getting a decent affordable home to myself, in a beautiful neighborhood in a building filled with artists, and its very own black box theatre. Reaping the benefits of the union, which I've already poured hundreds of dollars into, is satisfying. I guess this little card is more than just getting an insurance slot, its's like being just a little more taken care of. A little.
Over the last few weeks, while cast members are getting drunk on cheap Vodka and Cabernet, or going out just cuz', I've opted to stay in and indulge in my alone time; reading, watching teevee(which I haven't owned myself in years and is therefore, sort of fun) knit, write postcards and truly enjoy the luxury of time. I mean, I am truly enjoying this strange Hestianic vibration I'm clinging onto.
Taking care of myself has been this sort of game. I have spent the last ten years of my life, playing pretty hard and pretty regularly. Somehow lately, if I'm hungover, my performance sinks, and I can't function, I mean, even a few drinks. 6 or 7 drinks used to do little more than fog my mind the following day. It's no longer worth a performance for a night out.
Oil pulling, Mangosteen, Sun Salutations, digestiion rotations, sit-up singularity club and so forth. I'm not saying I don't love to romp it, but I'm reserving those nights, and my bodies capacity for play, for special or truly wanted occasions.
^The results: While everyone else is sleeping off their Saturday night, I' m up, in dowtown Raliegh where everything but the Kinkos is closed. It's a few hours before the show at North Carolina University. I feel, good. Like really, really good.
In great news: I did my taxes (nerd alert)! And have applied for an affordable artist apt. in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn (yay) and think I have a good shot, of getting a decent affordable home to myself, in a beautiful neighborhood in a building filled with artists, and its very own black box theatre. Reaping the benefits of the union, which I've already poured hundreds of dollars into, is satisfying. I guess this little card is more than just getting an insurance slot, its's like being just a little more taken care of. A little.