I’ve been talking a lot about church lately, and for legitimate reasons— I’m in a pretty churchy time, for me. But lest I walk around like my halo is too heavy for my shoulders, I should also admit that I’ve done a thing or two on the “what are you thinking” scale.
I was talking with a friend, awhile ago, who is going through a rough time. It’s really hard not to give advice in situations like that, but I wasn’t asked for advice, and given how poorly I respond to unsolicited advice, I try not to give it unless I’m asked. So I said that I was sorry, and that it did sound like a challenging time and that I could see why he was struggling with it. And because I know him from church, I said “I hope you come to some clarity about it. I’ll be praying for you— keep me posted.”
He said “no, don’t pray for me— if you pray for me, I’ll end up a priest!”
“I’m praying for you anyway.”
I had a situation come up last week— a friend who runs the choir I sometimes sing with asked me if I could sing with them the following Sunday (yesterday.) I said that I could probably work it out to sing with them on Sunday, if she needed me, but I could not manage to make rehearsal because of a scheduling conflict. The rule is that if you don’t practice, you don’t sing, so I thought it worth mentioning. She said she was concerned that they might need an extra voice. I said I could practice on my own and come early to practice before the service. She thanked me and said she’d let me know after she saw how practice went on Wednesday.
In a fall that promises to be all about the performing arts, with an emphasis on theater, this weekend has been all about amateur theater— a community-type theater (technically, it might be a professional theater, but it’s definitely about the love more than the money or the fame) and a high-school production. And even though I’ve seen some really incredible productions already this fall (“Mary Poppins” at BDT Stage and “Lookingglass Alice” at the Denver Performing Arts Complex), I enjoyed the productions I saw this weekend (“Guys and Dolls” and “High School Musical”) as much if not more. In no particular order, here are some reasons I love amateur theater:
I’m here to count some blessings, because it’s cloudy outside, and being a Colorado native, my well-being takes a nosedive on the rare cloudy days we have. I’ve been on the brink of tears for 17 hours, and I think it’s primarily barometric.
So I continue to chip away at the things I’m trying to reintroduce into my life: dating, working out/weight management, time to write. I am trying to automate a lot of my decisions in this area, because if I have to think about whether I’d rather have the low-cal healthy breakfast or the doughnut, I might as well surrender now. Automating regular decisions frees mental energy for the things I currently feel crunched by, while also making sure I’m choosing options that are in my long-term best interest. I’m also going to try to chain the new behaviors to well-established habits, so that they’re triggered regularly.) Here are the small changes I’m going to try for so far:
I’m a longtime user of Goodreads. For the most part, I really like it. I once tried to keep a notebook where I jotted down reflections of books I had read, because I read enough that I’ll see a book, know that I’ve read it, but be unable to tell you anything about it, and I find that unsettling. As with many journals, I didn’t keep up with it, but I always thought it would be a help. An Internet-enabled version is totally a great alternative, especially now that I have a smartphone, so I can add books to my “to read” list as I see or hear about them, and I can refer to my reviews to answer the question “what did you think of that?”