Scrolling through my inbox at work this morning, I came across an email from good ol’ Tumblr itself, congratulating me on the first birthday of my blog–HUZZAH!!.… A blog which, in the irrefutable span of 365 days, has created one original post.
You see, since the day I first discovered the basic ability to hold a pencil, I have loved writing. There’s just something about the fact that you can create a real piece of art with words, regardless of whether or not others enjoy your masterpiece, that has always left me in awe.
Unfortunately, since I graduated high school a solid three years ago (OOF!), I’ve created a habit of stopping at the awe part, leaving the action part in the neglected slot of In your wildest dreams. Silly Kanea seems to have forgotten that she has the basic skills necessary to string words together in an intelligible way, and sometimes the process–shockingly–results in relatively interesting yarn work.
Indeed, writing for fun is attainable with just a little bit of discipline and almost no grunt work, whereas other goals of mine, such as learning to play an instrument (or twelve) and learning another language (AT LEAST figure out Spanish, dude, you have lived in the valley your entire life–get it together!) require some serious dedication and time commitment, both of which are concepts that only make sense to me in relation to theatre.
Which brings me to the main issue at hand. My life is theatre. I love this art so much, it’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a boyfriend (not an exaggeration). Ever since about one month after the long anticipated high school graduation day, I have been fortunate enough to always have multiple incredible projects to work on, either with my wonderful University Theatre, or with the brilliant Thirteen O’Clock Theatre. I constantly find myself working with many of the most intelligent, jaw-droppingly creative human beings the world has to offer, so much so that I am permanently in a state of exhaustion.
While it’s a great problem to have, it still, on occasion can be just that–a problem. I seldom give myself enough time to… be a person, really. It’s bad how often I figure out halfway through the day that I have forgotten to eat, or even pee, much less actually take care of the responsibilities I sign myself up for.
It got to the point where I had grown accustomed to theatre getting in the way of life, and didn’t even acknowledge that as a problem. Once theatre started getting in the way of theatre, I realized we had an issue. This phenomenon of theatre vs. theatre expanded to an even bigger scale, with goals getting in the way of goals.
Balance is definitely a word I need to keep in my daily vocabulary. I need to not only be able to take care of myself and my loved ones, but accomplish more than one of the goals I would like to accomplish at some point in this lifetime.
Thus, my second blog post, 365 days after the first. Enjoy. :)