The Finish Line

As the weather turns for the worse, the mornings approaching zero degrees, and the afternoons blustery, I can almost see it: the finish line. I feel like my life has been a race these last few weeks. My vision has tunneled, and I've had little time to think of much else besides the play. Nanaimo has embraced The Rocky Horror Show with open arms! As it stands there are four shows left and only tickets left for one of them. For all but one show, we've sold out before the doors opened! Everywhere I go I am begin stopped by people who've seen the show. It brings me joy when people tell me how much fun they had dancing and dressing up for it. Oh, and by the way, we're having a cast party at Level 2 on Thursday, and everyone is welcome to join us. It should be a lot of fun. Come see how much crazier we get when the make-up comes off ;)

I love the energy of being on stage, and it's hard not to love the attention you get for it, but I think it has a negative affect as well. I don't think it's natural for us, as beings who are supposed to be trying to approach a state of humility or selflessness in this life. It's hard to explain but I had a dream recently that approaches it. I dreamt that I was a God (I'm also taking Mythology class, so I'm not that surprised). I had traveled to a new land to find followers or something, but there was one man who would not accept that I was a God. He was aggressive and tried constantly to undermine my position. I began to fly around him through the air, and he proceeded to try to knock me out of the sky. Eventually he succeeded and I came tumbling to the ground. My sister interpreted this to signify the effect the play is having on me. The status as a God represents the effect the play is having on my ego, and the man on the ground represents some part of my subconscious that knows it's unhealthy to think to highly of myself.

Anyway, the play is why I haven't been blogging as regularly, and I apologize. Everything's taken the back seat lately, including my assignments. Am I the only one whose mid-terms were exceptionally late this year? I've got my last one tomorrow! Term paper deadlines are just around the corner, and once Rocky is closed this weekend, I'll finally have time to get moving on them.

I'm having trouble adjusting to the weather change, as usual. It's not just a matter of getting my sweaters out of storage and putting away my shorts; I actually sleep pretty poorly during seasonal transitions. I don't know why that is. I can't hear the rain from my bedroom, so it's not the noise. Maybe it's barometric pressure? Do any of my readers share this problem?