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Oct. 6th, 2003 11:56 pmWriting seems like too much right now. I'm too raw, and too tired, and there are too many things on the backlog list.
But I got home form Yom Kippur and the DVD of Luhrmann's La Boheme was sitting on my coffee table, and I put it on, and then I cried (for like the umpteenth time today) because I was so happy.
The DVD was sent me to by an online friend, whose name, I realized as I read the note from her, I didn't even know, until today. Anyway, I'm in no condition to watch all of, or even comment lucidly on the thing tonight, and it will probably take a long time before I can talk about it in a fashion that doesn't involve comparing it with the New York production, but I will say watching its opening moments, and reading the very kind note from a woman I now know to be named Karen made me realize something that in the freneticness of the last several months I made the terrible mistake of forgetting.
I may not know what right living is, exactly, but I am living the right life. For all my moments of trying too hard, I succeed anyway, in unexpected ways. That's a wonderful realization to come home to on a day like today.
But I got home form Yom Kippur and the DVD of Luhrmann's La Boheme was sitting on my coffee table, and I put it on, and then I cried (for like the umpteenth time today) because I was so happy.
The DVD was sent me to by an online friend, whose name, I realized as I read the note from her, I didn't even know, until today. Anyway, I'm in no condition to watch all of, or even comment lucidly on the thing tonight, and it will probably take a long time before I can talk about it in a fashion that doesn't involve comparing it with the New York production, but I will say watching its opening moments, and reading the very kind note from a woman I now know to be named Karen made me realize something that in the freneticness of the last several months I made the terrible mistake of forgetting.
I may not know what right living is, exactly, but I am living the right life. For all my moments of trying too hard, I succeed anyway, in unexpected ways. That's a wonderful realization to come home to on a day like today.
