Its no secret I've been in a bit of a slump lately. Worse, its the kind of slump that I can't name the cause of, and even less so find the cure. So what's a girl to do? The obvious answer, of course, is to play hooky.
You might be wondering how to get away with playing hooky when there are only twelve other artists in the show. You can't. But sometimes the Universe throws a bone and makes it possible.
Yesterday, I was not at all implicated in what we were rehearsing in the morning. I was told I could go work on other things. Initially, I was going to stay in the Chapiteau and work. I then decided not to freeze my butt off and instead go hang out in my nice, cozy caravan with with a steaming cup of tea.
One thing I have been aching for since I got here is quiet time alone to focus on my own things, without feeling pressured by time. We train until 8:00 or 9:00 every night and by the time dinner is done and showers are had, there’s not much of the night left for decompressing if I want to go to bed at a time that will allow me to function the next day.
Considering the shitty day I had yesterday the timing of this unlikely morning couldn’t be better. I’ve spent the last hour and a half working on some personal projects of mine and have accomplished about as much as I can accomplish in a caravan.
What will I do with the remaining hour or so before lunch?
If you guess loafing, you win!
Quel vie de cirque, indeed…
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