Yesterday at work was the first meeting of an HR intiative: a team of volunteers to discuss corporate culture, which of course I threw myself at, if only in an attempt to have some idea what The Powers That Be are thinking, even if my hopes of influencing it are limited.
Over the course of introductions we were obliged to list a cool fact about ourselves. I have to say, it amused me to casually drop "I'm presently directing a Shakespeare play". And given a fresh interdepartmental audience, it impressed the heck out of them, too.
Many of my friends tend to have sufficiently exciting lives that I often feel boring by comparison, but, dammit, I'm directing my third show, and yesterday I had a roomful of people who were there because they believe (four of them sight unseen, but a dozen more based on my actual prior work) that I am going to create something sufficiently awesome to be worth dedicating four months of their lives to. And I dare say I stand a good chance of doing precisely that.
Life is far from ideal, and there's infinity of things weighing on me, a sizeable fraction causing life to be downright terrifying. But I also have this. And this weather - perhaps it does not belong in late September, but it's been good for me. And TV streaming on a laptop on my deck with Spouse. And a lovely walk around a lake with ex-boyfriend. And companionable firepit evenings. And a perfect smoky old-fashioned, and a walk around another lake with out-of-town date. And an improbably pleasant movie night, which I'd have deemed impossible a couple weeks ago. And gushing about Paris with fellow recent visitors, and my favorite breakfast spot in Grand Canyon with a new acquaintance, and my favorite desserts of Portugal with a client.
Am I doing as well as can be expected under the circumstances? No. I am and I have been doing a whole lot better than that.
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