Face the Music

I've recently discovered something. Perhaps its because I like to think I overanalyze everything and find it impossible to miss ridiculous details about life, but alas, I do, and I have. And fortunately enough, I've found time to understand this realization of sorts because I'm done with school (for now) and just tonight I wrapped up the second production of the semester. I believe I find comfort in a full schedule, because being alone with my thoughts can sometimes be dangerous. Everyone has to face their own music sometime, and ladies and gents, I suppose this is me facing mine.

Loving theatre is like a second nature, really. I tried to ween myself off of the program during my junior year at UNI, but something was always missing. I took classes to fill the gap, pretended having free nights was a great bonus, and talked myself out of recollecting. This past semester, being part of two productions gave me gusto that I missed and dearly needed after months of nothing. I think theatre is like my drug of choice. 1) Coffee 2) Theatre 3) Men who play instruments. To be clear, my realization is I can't live without it and have done a poor job pretending that I can.

I consistently hear that having a degree in Theatre proves difficult in finding a job. Well, quack quack, I've been looking for a job that PAYS mind you (the one that did offer failed to mention that) and this economy sucks so hard I doubt having a degree in Super Fucking Awesome at Everything would help at this point. I have interview number four tomorrow, and lets hope something comes of it. At the end of the day, its a means to an end and unfortunately money takes center stage with the big beaming spotlight and standing ovation. Sit down, people. It's not that great.

Tonight, I was involved in a production (Willy Wonka Jr.) with members from the community and adults with varying mentally handicapped disabilities. Gosh, if there is a cast that loved doing a show more than these folks, I would be surprised. I felt so honored and humbled to be a part of something so great, and on a stage like the Gallagher I considered myself one lucky gal. The house ended up being around 1,250 people. It just goes to show what theatre can do.

Summer is upon us. I never feel like Summer is legit. Probably because the first week or so, I'm just in a solid coma-fest mcgee and find myself disoriented. I'm not complaining. Just trying to figure out what my days and nights will be devoted to. Moving back home is not intriguing after living in Cedar Falls for four years, but alas, money again has dominated the picture. I just hope one day, its worth it all. Some people just want to be content. I can appreciate that. I want something more.