It Is Time.

Down to just a few days here in Hartford. I make mistakes. I'm human. (Oh! Gosh! I'm Human! Hate that!)
I want to be perfect. I strive to be perfect. What does one do when one makes mistakes? One accepts responsibility and tries to take it all with a modicum of grace. The past is un-re-doable. That is it. Move on.

Moving on.

4 more shows and I'm home. The shortest performance schedule since we started. (6 shows this week.) The longest week ever. It is all about perception.

I've a cocktail party I need to attend tomorrow night. I'd like to get my nails done tomorrow. Think I will. For those who know me.. my eye is getting better.  (I banged it on the bathroom sink and got a huge black eye.) I need to be in the folds of my home. I need to be wrapped in the goodness of my husband. I need to be enveloped by my California. I miss home so much sometimes it just hurts.

I satisfy my longing for California by investigating prices at Yosemite hotels and Big Sur hotels. I'm always looking for bargains. We'll never go, but the dream keeps me a little more sane. My husband and I will take trips to the local mountains. To the San Gabriels. It will be beautiful. We will spend the day and return home. It always feels like a vacation. No hotels needed.

Work is turning around. Things are looking up. But. I just want to stay home. I need to somehow translate the need for me on the East Coast to the West Coast. Can't quite figure out how to do that. Enormously grateful for the confidence and support and continued employment in the east. Thanks! y'all.
Love working for you! I just would like to spend more time with my family. Yikes! Don't stop hiring me... just accept that I will get a bit homesick at times. Love working for all of you out here so far from home. Love the work.

Love the work!

xoxo
m.