the surreal life

To say these past few weeks have been flown by in a whirlwind would be an understatement. In addition to regular rehearsals, my social calendar has been overstuffed, and I've been going out waaay more than I ever have in the last year and a half. I'm starting to remember what it was like to be in college, only this time, I'm smarter and more organized about it. For the most part anyway. I got this past Friday off from work, which was well-deserved and much-needed, but I made some poor decisions in regards to my sleeping schedule. But you only live once, right?


Now that our season has ended, work has been growing progressively more boring. My eight-hour days have been devoted to accomplishing administrative work, forcing my mind into a lazy sort of haze as my wrists regress back to the year when I developed carpal tunnel syndrome. Gmail chat reminds me that there is a world outside the three walls of my cubicle, and I'm tempted to ask my supervisor if I can listen to my iPod while I drown myself in the paperwork needed for the preparation of the coming season.

If it weren't for the fact that I have rehearsals to look forward to each night, I might have just jumped off a bridge by now.


Reasons why I love rehearsals:

  1. I get to play every night after work.
  2. Castmates.
  3. Singing. Dancing. Singing and dancing.
  4. Regular and intense exercise.
  5. I have dropped a dress size in less than a week. Holler.


I've had a number of conversations with a handful of friends over the past few days, all of which left smile on my face. I learned about positive change in a high school friend, who now looks forward to an optimistic future. I spoke with an old friend about what we both wanted to do when we grow up, and I understood more clearly that nothing is ever decided and that anything really is possible. Over dinner with a new friend, I learned that my experience is not only valuable to me, but to others as well. While in Berkeley, a friend validated the quirks in myself that I find to be negative but are actually, according to him, indicators of a strength in character.

As cheesy as it sounds, I know I am incredibly blessed. My friends are amazing.

1 comment:

matthew said...


Seriously? I totally get what you mean by what you mentioned about making some of the most amazing friends in the last year *wink*

P.S. I have a friend at my house here from the East Coast (Jersey), that can tell u about East Coast guys if u want.