It's hard to know what time it is. I do mean that in a philosophical way. It is time for civilization to end? Or time to transform? Is it the dawning of the age of Aquarius? Or just time to change things up. Is it time for traveling, or getting back to theatre? Is it time to move on? Is it time to evacuate or just put on the N95 mask? Is it time to take back our democracy? Or just time to watch more Ted Lasso?
So many questions, so little time...
It's almost another Katrina heading for New Orleans as we speak. And masses trying to exist Afghanistan before the Taliban shuts it all down. And rethuglicans around the country trying to choke the democracy out of us all. Time to turn off the TV and tune into MY TIME.
Well, for ME, I'm biding my time trying to stay creative, and work, not get a Covid breakthrough infection, and staying healthy until we journey east in the very near future to visit with our youngest one (and our grandkitties).
I've been listening to what the world brings my way, and trying to stay open to the messages I'm getting.
Twice in the last week, I've had folks reaching out about theatrical opportunities, and on the spur of the moment, I decided that even though my hair and body haven't aged to my liking over this pandemic, and I haven't sung in ages, I'm going to audition tonight. For a musical no less. Yup, last minute choice, as I figured "what the heck" and know that the Propgoddess, the original Vault goddess, would want it that way.
Maybe it is my time to get back on stage? I guess if it's meant to be, it will. Only time will tell.
In the meanTIME, laundry waits for no one.
(And it sure was time to do another blog post.)
Stay healthy and safe y'all.

