Man... just man... I keep saying "What a day" but I'm slowly realizing this is every day. That isn't life. I'm really trying to remember why I'm working this hard. I'm really trying to weigh the choice and I'm just getting nowhere. I might end up not where I thought I'd be or I might end up somewhere better.

Manifest. Manifest. Manifest.

It's always worked for me before. Do you think it works when I'm not sure what I'm wanting to manifest?

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After a grueling day, I screwed up the tickets for Cirque. When I looked this morning to confirm the time, I look at the tickets I gave my mom. Which are for a 5pm show. Our show started at 4pm. Unfortunately, I didn't realize this until 3:05pm.

I am seeing a pattern in me. I am so stressed that when the slightest thing goes out of whack, I'm careened over the edge. And, I'm ashamed to say, I have been losing it. I am trying to find the consciousness of the act but it seems remote and fuzzy.

Nevertheless we actually made it. I was a bit stunned at the commercialisim. Not the little gift stand but the announcement of all the various sponsors at the beginning of the show. The kids really liked the first half. The second half wasn't as exciting. The strength and agility of the cast is always truly amazing.