I went into this weekend knowing that it was about to be super busy, but unsure what all that super-busy-ness was going to entail. Friday evening I had the kick off of a weekend-long theatre event, followed by more theatre stuff running all day Saturday, and then finally a whole lot of homework to do today (including meeting with a Spanish study group, which begins in a half-hour, so let’s make this post quick, shall we?).
This has by far been my busiest weekend since beginning college, since I normally reserve my weekends for getting caught up on homework and sleep, and–despite how exhausted I am (and, either allergy-ridden or getting strep or something)–I’m glad I had this busy-as-heck weekend. It reminded me a lot of how many of my weekends were back in high school, running from one event to another, and it also helped me realize a few things about myself. Hence the title of this post.
A) I love theatre. I love it, I love it, I love it–but I don’t want to major in it. I don’t want to do it for a living. I’m definitely going to keep doing it, mind you, but it’s no longer one of my career goals; I’m thinking community theatre is looking pretty good as a goal now, instead. Which is quite a relief, since I’ve been back and forth on this issue a lot for like three years now–whether I wanted to actually go into acting or not. But it finally occurred to me this weekend that I don’t have enough time for theatre, between school and writing, and the fact of the matter is: If it was truly that important to me, if it was truly something I should be pursuing as a career, shouldn’t it never be the question of whether or not I had time for it? If it meant everything to me, there would ALWAYS be time.
B) I love writing. I love it, I love it, I love it–and it’s all I want to do for the rest of my life. Which I’ve known my entire life, but didn’t realize quite how much so until this weekend, when in the midst of all the theatre stuff, I realized what I really wanted to be doing was writing. Always. Constantly. (And then, you know, finding out I’d won a Requiem galley today definitely helped, too.)
C) Speaking of the tail-end of B, there–I WON A REQUIEM GALLEY! You may remember that a while back I entered a writing contest hosted by Lauren Oliver to win an ARC of the last book in her Delirium Trilogy, and I WON I WON I WON!!!!! (You can read my entry here, and eventually it’s going to be up on Lauren Oliver’s blog, too! EEEEEE!!!!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀 :D)
D) I am such a prude. And I don’t like to party. Which marks me as a total and complete weirdo, but I don’t even care. I’m proud of who I am, even if it’s different from the majority of other college students. (And note that this doesn’t mean I’m antisocial or don’t like having fun–it just means that my idea of a good time is eating dinner together, or going for a walk, or having a movie night. NOT getting drunk and having sex constantly.)
… Fun revelations for the weekend, right? Now I’m going to go attempt to finally wash all this stage makeup I slept in off my face, and hopefully make it to my study group on time.
Adios, and see you on Wednesday!