Welcome to NorCal's rainy season. My hair is a big frizzly mess, but I get to wear my rainboots and that's just the coolest. Yesterday I drove close to N. Berkeley BART and parked so I get my hiney into the city to take Kim Epiphano's Abstract Storytelling workshop. I got there early, so she invited me in to play with one of her dancers. I was only affected by the vertigo once, which I guess is good. When she opened the door just before 3, she was just as amazed as I was that there were students waiting to come in. When I saw the flyer for this class, I was like "what the heck?" But she allowed me to come for free and assist when I could so I thought the BART fare was worth it. It was 2 hour of play. I needed to stop censoring myself and just do. Some really interesting work from some and flashes of delight in others. I cannot go tomorrow because I teach for MTC, but I am excited to join in on Friday and then hang in the city before Phedre at ACT.
Kim was kind enough to drive me home last night, so this morning I got dressed and walked in the rain to retrieve my car that I parked over by the station. With no make-up on and frizzy hair, I dropped off two restaurant resumes. I put my best efficient smile on. I definitely exuded confidence and ability. Hopefully it will overshadow the fact that I may have looked like shit.
It feels like these resumes are going out with reckless abandon. Just as I am with dating, I am certainly being a bit choosy. I am on the verge of being desperate, so I hope with the saturation of the market with the written lists of my skills and talents, something will pop.
Hey Universe, mama needs a break!
Gratitudes:
1. Tony cooking and sharing meals
2. Kim and her generosity
3. my ipod
4. my rainboots
5. a roof over my head
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