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Thursday, January 04, 2007

Got

I got the role.

I had this intense, amazing evening with Jax on Tuesday, slept for six hours, arose to hurricane-like weather conditions and drove with tired eyes to the ferry terminal - all the while rehearsing the scene in my head. On the way there I discovered that I was getting a cold sore and my period and had to kick off my high heels, sit cross legged in the drivers seat and meditate just to keep from the overwhelm drowning me. I went deep insdie, talked to the universe and asked for help. When I drove off the ferry the clouds had parted and a rainbow appeared. No, I am not kidding. I drove into Chemainus with the window down and the smell of wet trees filling my car and my hair and I knew that It was going to be okay.

And it was. The audition was brilliant and every person in the company kinder than the person before. Jeremey offered me the role on the spot and within half an hour I had signed my contract and had all my measurements taken for costumes. I am moving to Chemainus on the 11th of March, the day after I get home from Europe. I will be there for six months and when I am done I will leave for Saskatchewan on the 20th of September to embark on an eight week Artist's Workshop Tour in Saskatchewan. I am beside myself with joy and gratitude and excitement and, of course, fear. Oh, to be a water-off-a-duck's-back kind of person. Fear seems to accompany everywhere I go, as does overwhelm. Seems I feel things right to the very core of my being and they are saturated and they are intense. It is my achilles heel and my greatest gift.

Last night I saw Pursuit of Happyness with Will Smith. It was so a Konkin-esque movie. A thumbs up from me. What I remember is when the character Chris wondered if the statement 'pursuit of happyness' was consciously chosen in that happiness is a forever elusive animal, always pursued, but never caught. Today I feel like I have caught it and it definitely feels like it is spelled with a Y.

Chris also quoted Jefferson as saying that the English are the 'disturbers of our harmony'. That was well deserving of an elbow poke to the ribs of poor Jax. Oh, and disturb my harmony he has...in the best possible way...

I've got rhythm.
I've got music.
I've got my man.

Who could ask for anything more?