Unstoppability

Yeah, so I'm unstoppable and stuff.

Freaking made it to Kansas City for my Thursday night, and only 38 minutes late! This from the girl without a car, whose boyfriend's cars brakes when out on Wednesday night. And the busses would have taken 17 hours to get there. And rental cars are too expensive, and I'm not 25 yet. Gah. I'm too tired at the moment to even write all the sniggly details. But I ran in to Ila at lunch who had Lucia's car, which my mom was able to borrow so I could drive hers, which she had just gotten the muffler fixed that very day. That's the short version, but it was a long and nutzy process, and I still don't quite know how I did it, or if it was worth it. The last hour and a half at least of the drive it was raining pretty hard, which slowed me down quite a bit. bleh.

INSANE! I do feel really good about honoring my commitment to be there. I just wonder what it is, and if I'm honoring the rest of the commitments in my life, and if not, why am I putting the course first? Seems like I always have something that is first priority, - a play, work, workshop, improv... what's the deciding factor? Where's the breakthrough I was supposed to get for showing up? I mostly just feel tired. Sort of running on adrenaline or something. I know, I know, there must be more inauthenticities in my life. grah. I don't mind doing the work in the workshop, or for the workshop, but the homework... not looking forward to it at the moment.

time to eat.