Living the Dream
Tonight I ended up with an odd string of emotions. Honestly got thinking about L a bit, and that ranged from sad to hurt to relieved. Sweeney was good. It's getting really good. So that made me happy. But it's almost over. This mega-show which has been looming, anticipated, and was crazy to put up is almost over. I can only imagine how Tristan is feeling right now. For me, I am almost unsure about what comes next. Same Time Next Year, obviously, but it's going to seem so... small, I guess, compared to this one. And I hate people who say, "oh, it's Sondheim blah blah blah he's a god and it's all do crazy difficult", but I will 100% acknowledge this is a big show. Big music, all things considered, big staging, big everything. Even in a supporting role it's big. So I'm curious how I'm going to treat the next couple productions.
Then I had pie and a chat with the lovely Claira, who makes my heart happy. She's very good people. I told her the job idea I had today -- there's a part time deskside position posted, I'm thinking about applying for it and maybe starting a studio. The only downside of that is I'd be abandoning all of my students next year. I almost put (hopefully) there, but nothing hopeful about it. Whether it's moving for work or grad school, I will be gone by fall 2012.
So I've been happy, excited, proud, hurt, sad, nostalgic, determined. A good spectrum right there. Woo being human.
But as emo as I get, as frustrated as I get, I need to put it into perspective. I'm young, I have my health, I have my hair. I have a great family, great friends. I was blessed with a good head on my shoulders and a good education. I spend my days playing with computers and my nights singing and acting.
It definitely doesn't suck.
For now I'm going to actually try to get some sleep, then prepare for a bittersweet weekend.
Then I had pie and a chat with the lovely Claira, who makes my heart happy. She's very good people. I told her the job idea I had today -- there's a part time deskside position posted, I'm thinking about applying for it and maybe starting a studio. The only downside of that is I'd be abandoning all of my students next year. I almost put (hopefully) there, but nothing hopeful about it. Whether it's moving for work or grad school, I will be gone by fall 2012.
So I've been happy, excited, proud, hurt, sad, nostalgic, determined. A good spectrum right there. Woo being human.
But as emo as I get, as frustrated as I get, I need to put it into perspective. I'm young, I have my health, I have my hair. I have a great family, great friends. I was blessed with a good head on my shoulders and a good education. I spend my days playing with computers and my nights singing and acting.
It definitely doesn't suck.
For now I'm going to actually try to get some sleep, then prepare for a bittersweet weekend.