The Art of Dramatic Living

I hated to leave my blog and my Twitter friends over the past week, but there wasn’t any other sane choice. I continue to surf the wave of change that is sweeping through my life.

Status Report:

My daughter and I (and the goldfish and the guinea pig) have moved into our temporary home with my fiance, my mother has moved into her new apartment (and is STILL waiting for her cable hook-up – AAAARGH!), my dog has moved into her temporary home with a friend of mine, we had the house inspection last Thursday and we are waiting for the seller’s response to our requests, my belongings are stored away in a truck that is parked in a secured area in some unknown location, my fiance and I are learning how to co-habitate (practice makes perfect) and all of us are negotiating these new territories on a moment by moment basis.

Warning! This post is long because I’m on valium. Read on to find out why.

I want to share some things about this amazing journey of creativity and right-livelihood. I’m going to tell you a story about my first ever just launched acting class in my first ever just rented studio space. The first class was on Saturday, June 20. But I need to travel back in time a bit – all the way back to Thursday, June 18.

Thursday afternoon around 2:40 PM, I was in my office at the day-job and I was talking to our student assistant about this or that. I looked away from him and turned back to my computer and the room began to spin. Spin as in rotate around me in a circular motion! I thought it was a blood sugar issue since I’m not so good about eating when I’m busy. Fine. No biggie.