May!

Nearly over, May was one of the most intense months of my life. Wanting to do everything, I took on two jobs and a play. I was out of my house from 7:30 am until 12 am everyday. I drank a lot, I laughed a lot, I complained a lot. I spent some time on patios. It couldn't decide what temperature to be. I walked a lot.

Teaching is something that I now have some experience in. I want to teach something, somewhere, or at least facilitate some sort of creation in an educational/developmental way. This was the third time I taught the "Introduction to acting" course for non-theatre students. I designed my own curriculum and just threw myself in. This summer course was amazing. I realized I have gained the confidence to have my voice be the guiding voice of the room. That's a big step. Good one, Meg.

The play was incredibly fun. Wonderful people, wonderful space, wonderful creating. I honestly don't know what I think about the final product. It doesn't matter. We did something lovely to watch, that made some people leave with new thoughts.

The more I study theatre, the more I hate theatre. I hate to go to the theatre. It isn't used the way it should and could be. Creation is a valuable tool mostly for the creator.

I'm working in a community centre basement, under fluorescent lighting, with no windows. I leave everyday with a headache.

I think I'm developing OCD.

I think I'm developing some sort of weird eating disorder.

I think that I complain way too much, and so do most people I know.

I think that I am a lucky, lucky girl. I think I need to do something big and grand before I leave this country for a year or a few. I think I need to have a good healthy cry and laugh and run. I think I need to cut ties that need to be cut, and make new ties quickly before I go. I think I need to take a few risks. Yes.