||[Nov. 17th, 2005|10:52 pm]
I look around my room. Most notable is the amount of bags upon my floor. In total there are 9. Each of them has their own function in my life. One says audition, one work, one theatre company, one travel, one gift,one return, one life, one a gift to return, one a dark reminder, and one emptied of its components which would make it my daily bag. |
...suddenly my life seems so compartmentalized. Funny "mental" is in that word. Life seems that way these days. It does not seem like its flowing, or maybe its just that it seems like the river is so swervy its hard to tell its path. Life out of the educational system is challenging. My yearning for travel is back. I currently live in a fantastic apartment, but all of my stuff just seems a little suffocating. I have a deep desire to use my resources more effectively and generously.
Also, food poisoning...sucks. I was sick for an hour last night. I was scared. I have never been that sick before. Ironically my nana is in the hospital with colon problems, so I got a little taste of what she is going through. The depth of my compassion towards her has definately increased. Health is a major blessing.
I just finished watching Motorcycle Diaries. The character of Che has the gifts of integrity and honesty. I want more of that in my life. I guess I better give more of what I want...I can't think of anyone in my life today who I allowed to be really honest with me.