Reflections of

Just as there’s reflection at Rosh Hashana and the western New Year, there also seems to be reflection today – the day I add another year to the abacus. I have to say that I’m kinda tired of this reflection thing. Maybe this time back in school allows time for a little mediation and reflection, but sometimes I just want to be -- rather than think about where I am. Or in actuality maybe I just want someone to tell me what I should do with the rest of my life. When I spoke with my father the other day on the phone I got that dreaded question – what are you going to do when you graduate?

I hate that question.

So, I gave my dad the usual response – I may apply for a faculty position, I may stay in the Bay Area and perform, I may try and get a job within a theatre company. And then I added one more – maybe I’ll become a beach bum.

My dad liked that.

I went to bed last night a little sad. There’s sometimes a little disconnect about what I hoped would happen with my life and what the reality is. When I was young, I didn’t think I would be at such flux in my life right now. But when I woke this morning with the sun shining and 80s music on my clock radio, I smiled at the possibilities. How exciting is it to have a chance to completely change my life? I like to go back to the comment of being brave.

Being brave is so much stronger than being old and alone.

So after a lovely morning on Lynne and Bill’s boat with Tony, I spend the rest of the day in rehearsal.

I hear that at Sophia’s they give you a free shot on your birthday. A nice way to end the day, non?