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March
25, 2005
i know. "my bad" - as the new phrase goes
- 'cause i'm rarely writing in here anymore. But i
just don't feel like i've got a lot to say these
days. And some of the things i do think - or fret
about - aren't for public consumption. Suffice to
say i'm living an absolutely warm and delightful life that
barely resembles that of 5 years ago. And i vacillate
between missing some of the old stuff, to basking in the
contentment of today.
It gets truly baffling.
Himself and i are sometimes like two ships in the night -
passing each other as we dash off to the daily business of
life. He's doing more theatre stuff than i think He
ever imagined He would be doing - and all back office work
instead of the stage. i've watched Him grow into
this 'role' during the past years, and i think He's
surprised even Himself (and probably a ton of other
theatre fru-fru's - waspish little community that it is)
at how competently He's managed to whip the aspiring
little theatre company into shape. Pun
intended. But He's taken someone's grain of a dream,
embraced it as His as well, and molded it into something
that is tangible and vibrant.
And He gets to encourage pretty young actresses to take
their baby steps into their career. i *know* He
likes that part. *s*
Oh, and now at the dinner table we each have our rant
time. That's actually been entertaining for me -
even i was getting tired of listening to my droning rants
alone - having dueling rants is much more fun.
my work does not give me the same level of joy as
His. Although i do have to admit that the tasks i've
been given lately are much more rewarding than a year
ago. i'm not 'told' do this or that as a supporter
of a given process. Rather i'm being asked to
actually do the leg work to create and define the process,
and then implement it. That's a big step for me. And
i have to admit there are days where my brain is more than
a bit reluctant to leave the right-brain dream state, and
hang out in the logistical left. Sometimes i feel
like a total slog compared to the younger and more
energetic, and it's a struggle to keep up. But then
other times i realize how much more i know than the
younger ones, and that becomes the incentive to keep
going.
So, while i've been attending interviews, i sometimes
wonder if the timing is quite right to leave yet.
The pay is adequate, the benefits better, and the work
challenges are increasing. The commute sucks and the
politics are pathetic. Gah. i think no
workplace is ever going to be perfect - maybe i should
just be concentrating on amassing retirement money and a
freedom-55 goal.
There you have it - my daily life. Not too
earth-shattering, eh?
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