Well, hello again LJ, it's been awhile...
I last posted here 8 months ago. I'm rusty with my online journaling skills.
So...where to start? I quit karate last September. It was bleeding me dry in more ways than one. I still sometimes miss the training, the physicality, being able to pound my frustrations out on a bag when my day has not gone well, but I certainly don't miss the politics or the drama. Who knew that running a karate school would be more drama filled than an afternoon soap opera? They should have won the daytime Emmy...several times over...
I returned to the theatre, which was my first love anyway. I stopped doing theatre when I was 19 because...well...I was stupid, LOL. But now I'm back in it and it's amazing. I'm so happy with it I could burst. I'm with my people again - creative, eccentric, off beat, and slightly mad individuals that starve for their art and love every minute of it. You get a group of people together with that kind of creative energy and nerd flow and sometimes it's hard to be in the same room, buzzing with electric ideas. Those on the outside don't understand it. Most of my family doesn't. Oh well. I was always the different one anyway.
So Phoenix pretty much sucks. Yes, I still live here, though I'm not sure for how much longer. My lease is up in March and I'm scoping out areas across the US to see which one fits, both financially and creatively. I'll tell you this, it's hella expensive no matter where I look. New York has Broadway but impossibly high rents and waiting lists for the rent-controlled places, some as long as 2 years. Seattle is creative but rainy. LA is full of flakes and almost as expensive as New York. A condo the same size as my $550 a month Phoenix apartment goes for $500K in San Diego. So I really don't know at this point where I'm going to end up. All I know is that after living in Arizona for 28 years, it's time for Tess to go somewhere else.
I started writing again. I mean, I've written a poem here or a short story there on and off for awhile, but I'm back to making a concentrated effort at it. I used to write like mad when I was younger - I have notebook upon notebook filled with my musings - and I really missed getting my thoughts down in written word. It's not any good to keep things like that locked up in your head. They need to see the light of day sometimes, if anything to become real and substantial.
I'm looking for another job as well. I've been at my current one for almost 4 years, and I hate it. And they are laying people off in a frenzy. Co-workers are dropping like flies. I don't feel like being on the chopping block. I have some kind of test to take with my dad's old company on June 18. It's for another mundane administrative positive, but it's double the pay, so if I'm going to be miserable, I might as well get paid well for it. Besides, it will help to get rid of some bills and be able to put some money away in the bank, instead of living paycheck to paycheck. We'll see what happens.
Well, I think this was a good start. Writing here is a bit cathartic. It relieves some of the pressure from being confined in an office trailer for 8 hours at a stretch. Maybe I'll write more later...
So...where to start? I quit karate last September. It was bleeding me dry in more ways than one. I still sometimes miss the training, the physicality, being able to pound my frustrations out on a bag when my day has not gone well, but I certainly don't miss the politics or the drama. Who knew that running a karate school would be more drama filled than an afternoon soap opera? They should have won the daytime Emmy...several times over...
I returned to the theatre, which was my first love anyway. I stopped doing theatre when I was 19 because...well...I was stupid, LOL. But now I'm back in it and it's amazing. I'm so happy with it I could burst. I'm with my people again - creative, eccentric, off beat, and slightly mad individuals that starve for their art and love every minute of it. You get a group of people together with that kind of creative energy and nerd flow and sometimes it's hard to be in the same room, buzzing with electric ideas. Those on the outside don't understand it. Most of my family doesn't. Oh well. I was always the different one anyway.
So Phoenix pretty much sucks. Yes, I still live here, though I'm not sure for how much longer. My lease is up in March and I'm scoping out areas across the US to see which one fits, both financially and creatively. I'll tell you this, it's hella expensive no matter where I look. New York has Broadway but impossibly high rents and waiting lists for the rent-controlled places, some as long as 2 years. Seattle is creative but rainy. LA is full of flakes and almost as expensive as New York. A condo the same size as my $550 a month Phoenix apartment goes for $500K in San Diego. So I really don't know at this point where I'm going to end up. All I know is that after living in Arizona for 28 years, it's time for Tess to go somewhere else.
I started writing again. I mean, I've written a poem here or a short story there on and off for awhile, but I'm back to making a concentrated effort at it. I used to write like mad when I was younger - I have notebook upon notebook filled with my musings - and I really missed getting my thoughts down in written word. It's not any good to keep things like that locked up in your head. They need to see the light of day sometimes, if anything to become real and substantial.
I'm looking for another job as well. I've been at my current one for almost 4 years, and I hate it. And they are laying people off in a frenzy. Co-workers are dropping like flies. I don't feel like being on the chopping block. I have some kind of test to take with my dad's old company on June 18. It's for another mundane administrative positive, but it's double the pay, so if I'm going to be miserable, I might as well get paid well for it. Besides, it will help to get rid of some bills and be able to put some money away in the bank, instead of living paycheck to paycheck. We'll see what happens.
Well, I think this was a good start. Writing here is a bit cathartic. It relieves some of the pressure from being confined in an office trailer for 8 hours at a stretch. Maybe I'll write more later...