If I don’t get back in the arts, my soul will die. I suppose the fact that I don’t believe in the soul should make this a moot point, but still…
Until very recently I’ve been somehow involved in the arts; either I was dancing, singing, working in development, or something similar. These last nine months have been the first time in my life that I had nothing to do with any dance company, opera, theatre, or the like. Why?
Because I’ve been a boy chasing, dumbass.
There, I said it.
We all know it’s true.
Today is my last day at my current job. Originally my contract was supposed to expire on December 31, but they extended it. Unfortunately, due to a low volume of business, they could not extend my contract again.
That’s okay. As much as I liked some of the things about this job (steady income comes to mind), it’s not actually something I wanted to be doing long term. This end date gives me an opportunity to explore new arenas rather than just staying here because it’s a well paying job.
I don’t know if my way back into the arts will be through a new job or what, but I realize that this is an opportunity to reassess and figure out what comes next. I’m a little nervous but also more than a little jazzed.
Tonight I’m going to see another musical that I have a feeling will rock my world, it’s about a dancer. I’m going to feel that buzz of needing to move, dance, jump up and down, and find the guy I like asap.
I’m just plain feeling inspired again. I’m also feeling a part of me that I haven’t felt in a long time. That driving passion I once had for what I wanted life to look like is back with a force. It’s making me reexamine my own meta-narrative.
Long story short: I need this stuff in my life.
I understand this struggle you are feeling. I've been trying to figure out how to pursue a more artistic career path myself. I'm in a creative field but not necessarily an artistic one. Hang in there and keep your eyes and ears open for possibilities. I hope a new door opens for you soon.