Jazz on a Sunday morning.

People always say to do what's right for you, but why then is it that when you follow that advice you end up hurting someone?
I've come to the conclusion I can't make everyone happy all the time. That's old news. But it helps when others try to understand why I make the choices I make.
I'm not a mean person. I had the tendency to be a little impatient, a little selfish. But I'm feeling myself change every day, and I often catch myself before I respond in a way that someone might take offensively.
Whatever the case may be, I do respect and appreciate all my friends, no matter what. And any fragment of conversation that may portray me to be ungrateful or crass is most likely unintentional.
So, forgive me for any times I have been a lousy friend or like I just didn't care. Because I do.
I am working on showing it.

On a lighter note, I am getting back into the theatre world, slowly but surely.
I went to the Civic theatre downtown yesterday to paint the set for Willy Wonka.
It almost, almost felt like I was right back at the Bonstelle. Standing on the stage, looking out into the audience, my heartstrings were gripped and toyed with a little until I went back to work.
It's that sight that is burned into my mind that I can't shake.
Why does nothing else compare? No feeling is greater than the thrill of performing on a stage.
When it's not in my life, i'm not myself.
I feel like a different person.
Unable to express myself, I have no outlet and I am changed.
I am continuing the hunt to find the perfect monologue so I can dive back into the world I miss.