You can do anything you want

Because I am really tired, I don't know how to say this without it sounding like "look at all the neat weird stuff I've done because I'm well... peculiar and ambitious" (which is not the point of this at all) BUT

You can do anything you want.

There's nothing in the world only one other person is interested in, and with enough research and perseverence there are few experiences out there that are truly unavailable, even if they are not necessarily available at the level you'd want them at.

But there's nothing you can't at least taste.

I'm an unathletic girl who rides horses in New York City, for fucks sake. And I once took a free sailing class sponsored by the parks department so I could take out the free sailboat thingies over on the Hudson; they've kayaks too. I've flown a plane, been part of a really extraordinary community of musical artists, been hung twenty feet up in the air for a Halloween performance, and taken a truly weird variety of dance classes.

All because I've felt like it. All because it never occured to me that opportunities to indulge both my long term ambitions and my weird crap of the moment maybe shouldn't exist.

Being single in NYC, I have some luxury of time and opportunity many don't, I do understand this. But the notion that some things in the world are only for other people -- it's foolish and weird and I don't understand it.

There's an extraordinary array of things you can do in this world to live out your fantasies and to build the life you want... often for less money than you'd think if you're clever and persistant.

I wish people would look around more, be ridiculous more and view the long list of things they were never supposed to be as a call to arms.

What do you want to do, what's stopping you, and does that really strike you as reasonable?

cranky

I'm wearing a pair of leggings I _hate_ because my riding pants aren't here yet and the jeans will kill me.

I'm also late for work, and feeling utterly crazed because of all the stuff I have to do (get passport photos, do paperwork, get luggage send stuff to the dry cleaners) etc.

Parents are taking it well, although my father went on and on about adding this to my resume, and didn't understand when I said I didn't really care. It makes me angry that they keep expecting me to go back to my old career. It hurts. I don't need them to believe in me in the sense that they need to tell all their friends that I'm going to be a star, but they do need to believe in me in the sense that they get 100% that I'm pursuing a creative career now, period. They ask me about Counsellor every time I talk to them and I feel like no one is on my side. My failures are so exciting to them.

Ordered my headshots, and the regency dress pattern and left a message for the stage combat people.

Hello, my life may be bizarre, but it's not fucking fictional.

minor cures

It's not all better now, but it is better.

Thanks to:

- intelligent LJ convos
- the wonder of Netflix
- dinosaur-shaped (brontosaurus, triceratops and t-rex) chicken nuggets


Meanwhile, I am craving profiteroles like it's the end of the fucking world.

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