...Jill a dull girl.
It's easy to keep going on the treadmill, with no time for 'social' or 'leisure' time, or 'pleasure' time. One of the saddest things about modern society is having too many obligations and too much work without taking sufficient time out. This makes us ill. Lack of balance.
This is the most irritating aspect of the now. Busy, busy, always having a duty on top of a duty, on top of chores - work and home/garden - and everything required to keep your life moving in the right direction.
We have girlfriends and boyfriends and family and recreation. All there to enjoy.
LAst night I had supper with a friend, we made falafel from some leftover food and listened to Jazz USA. It was a nice evening. We giggled about silly stuff, from improv and panto and discussed the up and coming improv workshops - wherein our director wants to also be a part of it including the direction - should be interesting.
I am really looking forward to it. I like the workshops because I am more relaxed - therefore more 'funny'. The performance aspect I am still not comfortable with (I close off a little and feel 'wooden' and self conscious - which is not a helpful thing). I see that this is a challenge for me, to be comfortable about 'performance under hot spot lights with audience'. I can advise that it is not a 'comfortable place - at first'. To feel a bit sick and totally nerve wracked, before stage, is quite normal. I believe in pushing myself out of my comfort zone. I believe this "Do something that scares you, every day of your life". This means that breaking out of your comfort zone can be done more easily if you practice it daily. You will grow.
I was home by 7:30 and it was already near to my bedtime at 8:30/9pm.
TIme for a road trip. Small one. Visiting two of my current favourite people.
It's October. Boots and stockings weather. Jackets, scarves and different colours. Improv month. Good timing. The Improv workshops will force me out of my comfort zone and hibernation tendencies : )
Yesterday, in the community cafe and Marletts, I saw a lot of people whom I had not seen in a while. Including our local MP (last year's Mayor) I have proposed to my ex-boss to volunteer an afternoon or morning in the community charity shop. She is keen to have me back again. I had put a lot of my time and energy into the shop when aI first volunteered. It paid off. I still refer to it as 'my shop'. Well, for a while I felt as if it was.
At the time I cared the most. I cared that customers should feel welcome. I cared about the items that should be sold, and those that should be binned. I cared about it functioning better and about the interior - how it looked - and I cared about the people/customers in the community who came to spend time there. I cared about the frazzled-out working mum's who wanted to buy something/s - which I always encouraged (treat yo' self). I cared about if something looked good on them, or crappy on them. I cared about it making more money - it was on the verge of closure when I started. It made more money. It is no longer in a diabolical state, it makes money and is a valued community shop. Sometimes people just want a chat and a listening ear. Sometimes people need a 'Heyoka Empath' (gifted clown) to make them laugh (laughing raises your vibration) I'm good at that. And advice, I'm good at this too. That's a good contribution. We all have something different to offer. My colleagues, the same. they have things to offer and they enjoy working there. There has been a volunteer turnaround. Someone has passed away, another has left to live somewhere else and the core volunteers are reliable and lovely.
We are an all female group. We are 'The Bangles' : ) : ) : )
It's a beautiful life.
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