Plato, Sophists, Aristotle, Pseudo-Longinus spelled an A in Rhetoric! Oh did we have a good laugh over the name Pseudo-Longinus. Why Pseudo? Because scholars are uncertain whether Longinus was the guy's real name...
Giggles aside, it was a fun and rigorous class and I am satisfied with the work I put in. An A is an A and it's better than an A minus. Or a B, which stands for "B...ut you've gotta be kidding me".
In other news, Vox Femina Los Angeles 15th Season is officially underway! First two rehearsals have been promising, in terms of both sound, and how the rehearsals went. Fingers crossed that it will be as spectacular as I suspect it will be.
I will be playing photog for Santa Monica Symphony in their upcoming season, hopefully at their concerts, but I am booked for at least the first few social events. I am also singing in a contemporary church service... to which I said "you can run but you can't hide" after finding out that (a) it's an Episcopal Church and (b) Bishop B. will be there.... haha.
Other musings...
The responsibilities that come with being 30. Still trying to define the age for myself. Still trying to reconcile my 'idea of what it means to be 30' with what my reality is. There were expectations. Not just with personal achievements or physical anticipations ("Metabolic slowdown!! Wrinkles!!), but the idea was holistic. I am not exactly at peace with my lack of financial independence, although having experienced it, it's not an area that I'm concerned with not being able to achieve again. However, the lack of financial stability has meant that many of my other expectations are falling miserably short. As a simple example, in the most superficial level: there comes a point when one does not have to resort to Ikea to furnish a room. I also didn't think I'd be wearing the same clothes I am still wearing.
These are just examples of how I am unable to outwardly express how I inwardly see me and my surroundings. What's more representative of yourself than the clothes you wear or the house you live in? They're not everything, but they are important.
Where did I honestly think I'd find myself at 30?
Married - yes. Kids - probably. House - yes. Traveling - yes.
I really don't think those were unrealistic expectations. It's just taking a helluva longer to get there. I'm having a great time yes being somewhat vicarious/unconventional yet consistently sensible. I am aware of my responsibilities. I am aware of my commitments. BUT, I worry that the longer I wait, the less spontaneous and energetic I become... it becomes a matter of physiology. There is less fear in youth. To take chances. To make a move. To say to yourself "why not?" instead of "but what if?". I worry about losing my optimism... about stopping 'wishful thinking'. Jaded and cynical are two things I would wish upon no-one, especially for myself.
Meanwhile, it's one day at a time. One commitment at a time. Need to make time to dream more. To do more things like Shakespeare in the Park... chatting up strangers at a bar is one thing, spending time in the company of smart and delightful individuals is so much more rewarding.
On that note, I think I'll go buy some happy flowers for myself tomorrow!
Reminder to self: BLOG MORE DAMMIT.
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