Sorry for my absence; I look forward to doing some catching up. You all know how life can get in the way of the things we fill our days doing. I haven’t been inclined to blog (or read) lately. I don’t know why. But I also know it doesn’t really matter. I have looked at what little I’ve been doing these past few weeks and am not sure I don’t have a little bit of a depression. But I feel content, so I guess I’m not depressed, right?
I did not enjoy my improv classes. Maybe it was the way the class was taught. All we did was play various games, which is fun and can be funny, but always left feeling like nothing came of it. Week after week of just games to teach you how to do scene work and take on characters and feed off your stage-mates. It was a beginners class, so maybe I should try the class for more experienced people? Maybe I’m just not that interested any more?
How does that happen? Why do we lose interest in things? I can’t say I’m bored with improv, but that this class wasn’t the right one for me. But I’m not really interested in taking another class. I was all gung-ho for months, and now, I’m just–uh, don’t care any more. It’s surprising. I don’t feel this need to do it any more. Is that personal growth? Loss of interest? New interests? Can’t be that, I haven’t got any new interests, with the exception of karate, and that has not begun to fill all the hours of my day. I should practice 2 hours a day every day, and I get in about 1 hour every other day. Not enough. I tend to get quite fatigued very easily, and need to take many breaks when I practice. Today I just woke up exhausted, ran a few errands and was going to practice when I was home. By the time I got home, I had to take a nap. For four hours! Plus a couple weeks ago I started getting pain in the ball of my feet. Turns out it’s hairline fractures, and I;m supposed to stay away from heavy