I read an interview with a famous actress recently where the journalist asked quite an insightful question. She was asked if she had missed the simple life of a struggling artist, she responded with an absolute yes. The struggle in "struggling artist" has found its way to me only just recently.
My status as both performer, recently promoted to assistant director for a production, and unemployed from what one would call a "real" job, has me in a ripe position to enjoy myself. Even my new living surroundings, a former storage spot connected to a dance studio, is old but large with everything a home needs and its all for me to enjoy. I am fully equipped with every artistic necessity: a large bookcase, paints, a rose garden, a coffeepot, and an open window.
Naturally, the conflict comes in balancing it all; washing the clothes and enjoying a few frivolities and coffee and teas, and the attention needed to provide oneself with soap and tootpaste. Unfortunatley I have the added burden of bloodwork and ultrasounds and biopsies to which I have pleaded with God that I had had enough of. Herein lies my own little twists in turns and maintenance of joy and peace through it all, working and resting. To replay a favorite quote that supports the belief that "Joy is the serious buisiness of Heaven," I am consistently returned to a position of happy countenance.