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Thurs, Jan. 16
... It's all who you know
Oy. It seems like every time we start to make some progress on the drama trip, or the play, or anything, up comes another snag in it. Little things that just add up to a lot of annoyances with the whole process... but it's all coming together. As long as I keep dealing with these snags one at a time, it'll all be good. I can handle it. Everything will come together just fine. :o)

You just never know what--or who--you'll need to know until you know them. I'm constantly amazed at how important it is to have contacts... and how easy it is to make them. You just have to keep your eyes open, talk a lot about what you want and need, and be willing to ask people if they have any connection to anyone you might have any need of contacting. It's all about who you know.

And it's also all about getting to class on time, and if I want that to happen, I've got to stop looking for contacts and get my butt in gear to troupe.

One year ago today: Is it that the laughter comes most freely through grief because it is there to hide the grief? Then it would not be true merriment, and the laughter would not be "free" laughter. No, I think that it is more that the emotions are more real, more vulnerable, less hidden. During the moments of the most extreme sadness, the most extreme joy, pity, anger, frustration, and all other emotions are felt, too.

The happiness is only as happy as the sadness is sad. When someone is already open and feeling a strong emotion, the emotions as a whole are more sensitive and able to feel everything else that must be felt. When nothing affects a person, neither joy nor sadness, nothing will be truly felt. The good will only be as good as the sorrow is sad.
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posted at 4:26 p.m.