Today is Valentine’s Day. I spent the good part of this afternoon settling laundry for Titoudao at the Drama Centre. And through it all, this is what I realised: Ultimately, Valentine's isn't about commercialized festivities; it is about the celebration of love. And love is the willingness to put in the time and effort to grow something - regardless its form - even if it means embracing the less attractive portions of the subject of your love. That pile of laundry I meticulously put away - that's simply an atypical manifestation of my passion for theatre.

As I was sitting at the DC Visitor’s Centre today whilst waiting for the clothes to dry, I finally had the chance to take in all that was happening around me, all that has happened around me in the past 4 weeks. I took in every bit of the rehearsal space, the colours, the magical sparkle that existed in the quiet serenity of the empty venue. The place that I had only formerly seen in photos was there around me; I was in that very place.

Everything feels rather surreal. Working for Theresa has honestly been one of the best things that has ever happened to me. It will take a whole separate (and lengthy!) post to detail the many things I have learnt from her and the priceless memories forged on this gig. But it is definitely a rarity to land such a job that I look forward to day after day, where waking up in the morning is made to feel a privilege instead of a chore. And I cannot begin to describe the feeling of gratitude which inundates me whenever I think about how fortunate I am to be where I am, and doing what I do. Not to mention, how many people are so lucky as to have their boss become a dear friend/confidante?

In that moment I realised, I was finally living the dream. Livin’ the dream. In that moment, I felt infinitely blessed. I am infinitely blessed. I am infinite.

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Being out of school and in a non office/admin-based job has made me realize I may be book-(semi)smart but am street-(super)stupid. And here I am sitting at home on my day-off reading articles about psychosocial behaviour (ironically) in an attempt to figure out this utter lacking in terms of life skills, common sense and situational awareness. Why wasn't intelligence fluidity taught more effectively in school? (pushing blame like a classic bookish brat)

“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”

Today is Valentine’s Day. I spent the good part of this afternoon settling laundry for Titoudao at the Drama Centre. And through it all, this is what I realised: Ultimately, Valentine's isn't about commercialized festivities; it is about the celebration of love. And love is the willingness to put in the time and effort to grow something - regardless its form - even if it means embracing the less attractive portions of the subject of your love. That pile of laundry I meticulously put away - that's simply an atypical manifestation of my passion for theatre.

As I was sitting at the DC Visitor’s Centre today whilst waiting for the clothes to dry, I finally had the chance to take in all that was happening around me, all that has happened around me in the past 4 weeks. I took in every bit of the rehearsal space, the colours, the magical sparkle that existed in the quiet serenity of the empty venue. The place that I had only formerly seen in photos was there around me; I was in that very place.

Everything feels rather surreal. Working for Theresa has honestly been one of the best things that has ever happened to me. It will take a whole separate (and lengthy!) post to detail the many things I have learnt from her and the priceless memories forged on this gig. But it is definitely a rarity to land such a job that I look forward to day after day, where waking up in the morning is made to feel a privilege instead of a chore. And I cannot begin to describe the feeling of gratitude which inundates me whenever I think about how fortunate I am to be where I am, and doing what I do. Not to mention, how many people are so lucky as to have their boss become a dear friend/confidante?

In that moment I realised, I was finally living the dream. Livin’ the dream. In that moment, I felt infinitely blessed. I am infinitely blessed. I am infinite.

--

Being out of school and in a non office/admin-based job has made me realize I may be book-(semi)smart but am street-(super)stupid. And here I am sitting at home on my day-off reading articles about psychosocial behaviour (ironically) in an attempt to figure out this utter lacking in terms of life skills, common sense and situational awareness. Why wasn't intelligence fluidity taught more effectively in school? (pushing blame like a classic bookish brat)

“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”