What a week of rehearsals... Holy cow, what a gas.

We have ALL the costumes and most of the props thanks to Sarah. Not only is she giving Nurse Ratched a heart inside this shell of a bitch, she's the get-things-for-free queen.

Sarah's also the one who has started my gears turning in a much more serious bent. For a few summers she's been going up to Fairbanks to do the Shakespeare gig. Camping in the woods, being one with ole Shakes and nature at the same time. Well, she told me that this year their brining some director, Graham something, from the Royal Shakespeare Company to direct. She playfully told me I needed to come up and do it. But, that would require quitting my day job.

Am I good enough to quit my day job?

I was listening to Utah Phillips, and he had one story that mentioned something about giving your brain away to companies for eight hours a day. How do you know you'll get it back undamaged? You don't. And with my job, I can see my perspectives changing daily, and not in a direction I'm favoring.

So, what if I just quit and started doing what I love full time?

This thought has created a nervous excitement that's been roiling around in my belly for the past three days. I don't have to wait for an internship to find my way into a theater career. I can just do it.

But, now I have to figure out what to pack in a two small bags to live with while I take up my new nomadic wanderings. What would Troubedores do?