Tuesday

The trees line up in their Sunday Best.

Waiting for the bus to get to rehearsal Monday night, looking longingly at the park and wanting to have some free time.  I thought though that as nice as it would be, to go for a walk then, that didn't get me to Finland, or singing at Benaroya, or singing better.  It didn't write my solo show, didn't frame any shows, or print photos.  You gotta do the work, put in the hours of practice to get anywhere.  And so, I waited and got on the bus, and went.

Most of the time, everything feels like a slog.  There aren't a lot of shortcuts to growth.  I often need that reminder when I rebel against my (own set) schedule.  It's not a trap or a cage, you get out by going through it.