Taking the time to write something whilst thinking to oneself, perhaps I should be rereading my MLA format for writing a paper, gathering dust lo these many years in my closet, of course, that is no longer in a closet, now its in a box in my garage. Not that I ever really referred to said MLA format, while in college, I generally wrote what I needed to get a good grade. Ironically enough,I did not shoot for the stars while pursuing an Associates in Arts. I was working full-time at three jobs, taking fifteen hours, swing dancing 5 nights a week, and carrying on a very full social life, all with no car. This was back in 1999 I can't believe its 10 years later. Where did all my energy go? I used to have those jobs, dance the night away, somewhere in there found the time to switch my major from business to drama, fall in love, have my heart broken into a million pieces and rediscover a love of opera instilled in me by my grandmother, adopt a cat and live in an extremely questionable part of town yet somehow survived it all.
Cut to ten years later, I have one job, one car, and do pursue the passion of acting, and directing but not dancing. I get home and just feel lazy. Am I alone? or is this true of everyone? I have to ask if this is the wear and tear of age, I know I only in my 30s this really shouldn't be a question yet for another 10 or 20 years but this is what I mean, I am bemoaning my lack of energy that was present only 10 years ago. To jump to something else, I am only blogging because of two things. I recently watched "Julie and Julia" and enjoy the notion that someone might be reading this and thinking hey, I feel that same way too.. and because a dear friend of mine (you know who you are) inspired me.... That is all for now from the lilypad.. Lady McKermit out!
