One day

when the days pass, as they often do, the mundane chores of doing the same tasks over and over can be trying. When that happens, I often find that I think of places far away that I could go to escape the life that seems to trap me.

Places that people don't know me, and I don't know the language. Places with exotic names and wonderfully different flavors.

But then I would want to go with someone that I could share it with, so that we could have those experiences together. I'm yet to find them, or perhaps I have, they just doesn't want to go with me. SO I stay. In the mundane. The safe, and the boring, so that one day they'll go with me.

Lets hope that comes one day.

Oh the screaming and the scratching!

The summer is almost over, the school semester coming slowly, but surely coming just the same. I'm looking forward to this school year with eager anticipation. The classes are going to be absolutely fantastic, the lineup of new shows sounds interestingly fun to be in, and above all, I will be around those who share with me a certain passion that those around me now quite simply, don't.

I long to be on a stage. The lights coming up as the audience quietly settles for a night that will suspend their disbelief. They will look and see with you. They will laugh and cry at you. Because you are leading them on a journey that cannot be taken themselves. You give them pearls of truth that they will go home and ponder, hopefully longer than a day. I long to be on a stage after many long and strenuous nights of memorizing. Those long nights of teaching yourself that you believe those words that you are saying as if they are your own. I long to share a talent that I have for others, rather than having it remain dormant for so long.

We all want to find that which makes us whole. That's what makes me whole. Theatre.

Theatre.

Even when I dream, my dreams are filled with stages, house seating and rehearsals. Opening nights, backstage, even the parking lot of the theatre filled with people dressed formally going to a show that will start any minute. Most of the dreams that I have that have people I know in them, we are sitting in the aisles.

This summer has not a large amount of creative outlets for me to further my artistic drive... so I took up reading. So I've read at least 7 books, most over 700 pages each. That's a lot of reading I'm thinking. And I'm still reading.

I also have a deadline on said creative outlet number 1. I have a play that needs to be finished in twenty two days.... the first day of the school year. If I write four pages a day, with no room for rewrites, I can have it done the day before. Hmph. We'll see...