Women

Every time my life floats out of control with deadlines, demands, appointments, etc. my brain naturally and unabashedly moves into the world of "women." Not in any pornographic or awful way, but mostly in the way that I actually contrast the style(s) of life of the women I have known -- in all different capacities -- with my own style. When I am "tasked" I am a "hell bent for leather" kind of a job finisher. I have always been that way -- since boyhood.

And I was usually (from grade school at St. John Kanty's onward) in a stressed situation. For me even simple grade school learning was a huge task -- thanks to dyslexia. Then high school at the most stressful and competitive school in the state -- then college, then Europe, then "theatre," then grad school number 1, then grad school number 2, then a brief time as a professional in Chicago -- and then Interlochen -- my first real job, unwished for and yet central to my accelerated growth as an artist.

Dumbfounded as I often am by my own success (much less my survival, in many diverse jobs) -- I still take comfort in the process of working towards success, much more so than with success itself. K know that I am primarily a "learner" -- I learn everything, even things that right now may not be useful, but that often come back to me and become useful. Life is like that. Karma and Fate, and "Grace" collide in the universal consciousness.

Resist, resist, resist!!!!