More Plays Than Ever

I have seen more plays since in the past two months than I have seen in the 11 years I have lived in Manhattan (well, almost).  I was always so tired on Friday nights when I worked, never wanted to go out during the week, and Saturdays, I usually forgot that I lived in one of the best cities in the world for theater.  Now that's just me.  There are plenty of people who integrate culture into their lives while working.  This is completely my journey.

Having this time has allowed me to focus on doing things I want to do.  This time off has allowed me to weave these interests into my life which I plan to maintain when my I create my career.  Last night, I saw Lacivious Something produced by the Women's Project (which produces and promotes theater created by women) and Cherry Lane Theater (comp'd tickets, so were my Philharmonic tickets last weekend).  Whatever I ultimately feel about the play, I love theater.  I didn't love it, and feel similarly to what David Rooney wrote in his NY Times review.  But I still enjoyed the experience.  My friend and I had a great discussion about it after.  Theater is all so different -- some confusing, some interesting, some wonderful, some funny, some sad and some just downright odd.  However I react, I love experiencing the reaction.

On another note, Bridgette, Oscar and I went to Central Park this morning for two hours.  Bridgette was exhausted.  It seems as if she grew old over night (she is 7 years old).  She has not, of course.  It's just that now that nine month old Oscar is around (who has more energy than a jack rabbit), she seems like a little old lady.

I am off to a wedding today.  I tried to make a positive change in my default, crazy behavior.  Instead of running around like a chicken with my head cut off before I leave for the wedding, I picked out my clothes, jewelry, clothes and hand bag yesterday.  Walked by the garage this morning to tell the guy that I needed my car at noon.  Somehow, however, I know that I will still be racing around to get out of here by 12:30.  Instead of getting down on myself, I am going to look at the progress I have made -- getting my clothes out, getting the car out in advance -- baby steps. . .I know, sounds so stupid and minor.  Yet these are the things I am working on to make my life simpler, better as I move toward a new career.

Cheers!