I muse a lot while laying in bed at the end of the day. I'm having trouble sleeping, and I don't know why. I get up early enough. I'll be doing yoga in the morning. I have a pretty full day tomorrow, actually.
I'm thinking about theatre. It's been nearly a year since I was last on stage, and I've just accepted a role in a production of Annie, Get Your Gun. I'm also thinking about what I've been doing with my life these last eighteen months. Plenty of reading, loads of introspection, not much tangible to show. I'm like one of those fresh-out-of-college kids, full of ideas, but no clue on how to make a life for themselves.
Only, I'm about ten years older than most of them.
Trying to plan out the next stages of life.
Where do you want to be in five years, Michael?
Hell, I don't really know where I want to be tomorrow. But I wouldn't mind being well-rested.
Michael's Musings 