Friday, October 26, 2007
the greene eyed monster
Okay, I'll admit it. I'm jealous. Lately everytime I get an email from a friend all I hear is the good news about projects they're working on, or trips they're planning, and I go all green-eyed, thinking about how I'm here, bored and not doing anything near what I'd hoped to be doing. Oh, it's easy to say that I'm just getting my feet under me or that this year is a "rebuilding year" but I know people who are happily employed in their field or at least using their degrees. And I'm proud of y'all, obviously you've worked at whatever it is harder than me and you deserve your success and I'm proud of everyone. And jealous. Ooooo, ragingly envious.
I hate that I can't seem to get any momentum going. Everytime I do a show I end up working for awhile, then I can't get back into it. And I have no idea how to do this professional playwright thingy. Somehow, just taking a jump and bumbling into it--which is how I normally do things--doesn't seem to work here. Somehow people seem to think, at my age I should know what I'm doing.
Yeah, that makes two of us.
I'm so happy that everyone is successful and enjoying reaping the fruits of their labors. I just wish that I could figure out how I could it as well.