Of early mornings and late nights
I really, really need to make the intervals between these posts shorter. But as it stands, I am a writer with a terrible affliction that dictates that I may only write as and when I feel like it. Or when the moon is not full and there are 13 cats that prowl the street below my house, with the wind blowing in through the window and smelling slightly like salt and haze.
Alright- really I'm just awful at keeping this blog updated.
But I am bored (and somewhat lonely) so it's good fuel for writing. Where do I start?
Observe this glorious group of people on the right who gave me a refreshing production experience. It's been a while since I've put myself anywhere on a stage, and even if it wasn't for acting, getting involved in the process of running sets again (and going in and out of a Drama Storeroom constantly, thank you Mr. F for giving me my initial taste of being the storeroom aunty when I was in secondary school). It was a lot of fun, and I find that I've made the most meaningful relationships with the people that I've met through the process that I went through with them- even though I hadn't been there from the very start. In overall, while the actual performance could have run smoother, I must once again congratulate the entire cast and crew and production team for having pulled off a great musical, with choreography that I will never, ever forget (and by this I mean, the jump and "THE HARVEST IS BOUNTIFUL for allllll of usssssss" accompanied by a run and turn...yes, Ian, you have succeeded in even making me remember how I'm supposed to step for that bit.)
Thank you, Hall One Productions, for having me. I love each and every one of you to bits and pieces, and I am hoping with all my heart that an opportunity to be involved in this will arise again next year.
So that happened.
Just as I was congratulating myself on finally having one big event over and being able to slump happily into the time that was "recess" week, I had my first archery competition! Forgive the awful fuzzy photo, but this was when my score was still- looking like a score. (Basically, this competition had not turned out the way I wanted it to. On one hand I blame my body for giving up on me on the day of the competition itself, but I know that everything said and done I should have performed better.) Alas I reveal the elusive sport that I have basically almost entirely given my soul to, and this competition - while disappointing myself- was a real testament to the amount of progress we made as a team. Even as an individual, I look at myself now and clap myself firmly on the shoulder for having said yes to a sport and deciding to do my best and follow it through. I'm incredibly grateful to the seniors and my teammates for always being there, always putting up with me, and encouraging me even when my spirit was completely beaten. Thank you all always for your incredibly patience and kindness when dealing with my salty soul, I look forward to working even harder the moment I get back from my untimely sabbatical.
Talking about archery makes me a little sad because right now I can't shoot. And it was the exhilaration of letting the shot go that brought me into the sport- I still have pictures of the first time I shot an arrow when Archery Forces was at HomeTeamNS and my form looks like a joke (right now it's still a joke, but not as terrible as before). Holding a jersey in my hands with my name on the back was real validation to how much I was enjoying the process of learning and training.
As to why I am so incredibly bored, lonely and why I am on sabbatical?
Let's just say that I had something that needed to be dealt with on the inside of my body, and I had to get it removed. Nothing life threatening, and I'm all good now- but it just means I can't shoot. And for the time being, I don't even have enough energy to go a full day without taking a late afternoon nap, so I'm not in university at the moment either.
Special thanks to all the lovely people who came to visit me- Andre, Sham, Amir, Aliah, Victor and Ben- in the order that you came to visit me. Even if you didn't I thank you so much for the well wishes that you have sent me and the generally ridiculous amount of care and concern. Special thanks to Victor who also made sure I didn't go anywhere alone during my short trip out for food with the Hall Production people, so that I wouldn't crash into someone and hurtle into the desolate plains of pain or have my (as you quaintly put) innards fall out. Something like that.
It's midnight, so I'd best be off to bed.
It's funny that this post went full weird from the way I usually type but-
I know better than to complain.
Alright- really I'm just awful at keeping this blog updated.
But I am bored (and somewhat lonely) so it's good fuel for writing. Where do I start?
Thank you, Hall One Productions, for having me. I love each and every one of you to bits and pieces, and I am hoping with all my heart that an opportunity to be involved in this will arise again next year.
So that happened.
Just as I was congratulating myself on finally having one big event over and being able to slump happily into the time that was "recess" week, I had my first archery competition! Forgive the awful fuzzy photo, but this was when my score was still- looking like a score. (Basically, this competition had not turned out the way I wanted it to. On one hand I blame my body for giving up on me on the day of the competition itself, but I know that everything said and done I should have performed better.) Alas I reveal the elusive sport that I have basically almost entirely given my soul to, and this competition - while disappointing myself- was a real testament to the amount of progress we made as a team. Even as an individual, I look at myself now and clap myself firmly on the shoulder for having said yes to a sport and deciding to do my best and follow it through. I'm incredibly grateful to the seniors and my teammates for always being there, always putting up with me, and encouraging me even when my spirit was completely beaten. Thank you all always for your incredibly patience and kindness when dealing with my salty soul, I look forward to working even harder the moment I get back from my untimely sabbatical.
Talking about archery makes me a little sad because right now I can't shoot. And it was the exhilaration of letting the shot go that brought me into the sport- I still have pictures of the first time I shot an arrow when Archery Forces was at HomeTeamNS and my form looks like a joke (right now it's still a joke, but not as terrible as before). Holding a jersey in my hands with my name on the back was real validation to how much I was enjoying the process of learning and training.
As to why I am so incredibly bored, lonely and why I am on sabbatical?
Let's just say that I had something that needed to be dealt with on the inside of my body, and I had to get it removed. Nothing life threatening, and I'm all good now- but it just means I can't shoot. And for the time being, I don't even have enough energy to go a full day without taking a late afternoon nap, so I'm not in university at the moment either.
Special thanks to all the lovely people who came to visit me- Andre, Sham, Amir, Aliah, Victor and Ben- in the order that you came to visit me. Even if you didn't I thank you so much for the well wishes that you have sent me and the generally ridiculous amount of care and concern. Special thanks to Victor who also made sure I didn't go anywhere alone during my short trip out for food with the Hall Production people, so that I wouldn't crash into someone and hurtle into the desolate plains of pain or have my (as you quaintly put) innards fall out. Something like that.
It's midnight, so I'd best be off to bed.
It's funny that this post went full weird from the way I usually type but-
I know better than to complain.
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