(I just found out this never posted. What?? I’m trying to catch up. Oi!)
Remember when I said this summer I would have more time to blog, and I would be sharing all of the wonderful things I’ve got going on with all of you in the blogosphere? Do those sound like famous last words? Anyone? Beuller?
Yeah, I’m mostly winging it over here. I would like to say that today I’m feeling the groove more, but I’m fairly certain that’s a lie. Knowing this is the end of the Midwest has really spurred me into action, visiting with all of the amazing people in the area, spending time with family, and doing that networking thing I need to get better at.
Last weekend, I was auditioning in Boulder, Colorado. I am going to stay positive and say it went as well as I could have hoped, although I may have been over enthusiastic about the sunshine and spent too much time before the audition doing things like acro yoga and biking. My hips were feeling a bit tight the day of the audition.
I lived the sunshine and the people, and really hope it works out so I can live there for a year or two.
But its over now, and I’m sitting here biting my fingernails and trying not to lose my nerve, waiting for an answer, and still at this point of having to make a choice. Nothing I decide will be bad, but its all a risk, and I don’t want to jump the gun committing to plan b or c before I’m sure plan a is out the window having a tea party down a rabbit hole I can’t seem to locate.
Week 3 Day 4 into summer camp and I’ve realized I can only handle this for four days a week, but I’ve got to come back tomorrow and wrap up Go Green. I want a nice, relaxing day but foresee a bit of the pent up energy issues coming out. That’s been the theme this week. I adore the kids, but I wish I could ditch the theme in the afternoon and wear them out playing red rover at the baseball diamond next door.
Next week is circus arts, and I’m hoping I’ve got enough of a theater game arsenal in store to make the week easy.
Plus, I’ve got a mini top hat and a waist coat. You can’t ignore a crazy lady in a top hat and waist coat.
In the end, I’m counting down the days I’ve got left in Milwaukee. I leave August 1st. There are butterflies in my stomach.