people keep asking the same two questions.
or, variants of the same two questions:
there's the first regarding acting and whether or not i'm auditioning and will i ever give it a go?
the second involves men, always, men.
am i dating? why not? do i want to date? would i like to go out with this person's brother's ex-girlfriend's cousin, twice-removed.
let me address the latter: of course i'm open to dating. but the thing is...i like (love) being single. never have i liked (loved) it more.
so i'm not worried. about acting or men. those two questions remain happily unanswered. because the long and short of it is, i don't know.
what i do know is this:
i love the feel of the heavy camera around my neck. and the scent of the sunscreen i put on my face each morning. i love watching late-spring-storms roll in across the hudson from my window.
i love that life is not easy or predictable and that each day brings new and unexpected strangeness.
this is not to say life is easy or i'm always all-together in love with it.
life has been tricky lately. there is not enough time. not enough courage in my well. i fail with words when words i most need.
but there is a sense that now--this now--is somehow sacred. that everything is on the cusp. i find i'm growing tentacles. moving outwardly with both thought and word and so living my way into innumerable answers.
i suppose what i'm saying is...i'm not worried about those two--those two questions that everyone else wants to answer.
because if i live life fully--if i live it outwardly. if i answer all the other questions, they will come along, no? sort themselves out. reveal their answers in their own time. on their own terms.
and i'll wake one morning and the response will fill me, prompting new questions--demanding new life.