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I guess I should probably be asleep. I’m driving down to Santa Maria tomorrow, mainly for Fred’s wedding, but I hope to partake in a few shenanigans, as my life as been particularly devoid of shenanigans. Thinking on it, actually, I’ve found myself in quite a rut. Who knew that working more causes one to have less fun? I’ve been working around fifty hours a week, and I don’t really care for it, I did however ask for it. To get this many hours I had to extend my professional life around the company from just bartending to doing other assorted tasks, such as setting up golf tournaments, driving the catering van, and hauling heavy equipment through sand. Honestly, it’s quite amazing all the odd jobs my supervisor finds for me. I still tend bar on the yacht, however I’m only getting about twenty hours a week slinging suds.
Now don’t get me wrong, working on the yacht is amazing, the views of the city are incredible from the bay. I’ve been on the water at all times of the day and night, and every time I find myself awestruck by the view. However, I feel as though I’m wandering further and further away from what I thought I wanted to do with my life. I start to question if I’m even interested in my "field" anymore. It feels like I’m slowly losing the game of life, and everyday I seem to care a little less.
I already know what I have to do, I already know the answer to this riddle. I need to go back to the theatre. I’ve been away from it for far to long. I need to work with the stage again, with scripts, actors, lights, sets, props. I’m out of touch with who I am, and theatre has always helped anchor me to solid ground. I just don’t know how to get back to it. Maybe I can find a nearby community theatre group, or perhaps I’ll check with my artsy contacts in the area.
I don’t know, the more I think about it all the more distressed I begin to feel with the whole situation.
Anyway I guess the main point of this entry was summed up in the first sentance.
Now don’t get me wrong, working on the yacht is amazing, the views of the city are incredible from the bay. I’ve been on the water at all times of the day and night, and every time I find myself awestruck by the view. However, I feel as though I’m wandering further and further away from what I thought I wanted to do with my life. I start to question if I’m even interested in my "field" anymore. It feels like I’m slowly losing the game of life, and everyday I seem to care a little less.
I already know what I have to do, I already know the answer to this riddle. I need to go back to the theatre. I’ve been away from it for far to long. I need to work with the stage again, with scripts, actors, lights, sets, props. I’m out of touch with who I am, and theatre has always helped anchor me to solid ground. I just don’t know how to get back to it. Maybe I can find a nearby community theatre group, or perhaps I’ll check with my artsy contacts in the area.
I don’t know, the more I think about it all the more distressed I begin to feel with the whole situation.
Anyway I guess the main point of this entry was summed up in the first sentance.