The office is boiling over with nervous energy today. Tiny fashionistas are lugging around polo sticks longer than they are tall. The south side of our loft office is in a frenzy over Nacho and the upcoming Veuve Clicquot sponsored Polo Classic in the Hamptons this weekend, the north side embroiled in sales and client drama.
And here I sit, literally in the middle of it all, completely content and gazing dreamily out at the crystal blue sky. I could be bummed, because the summer stock production of Cats that I planned on doing for July has called to say that they are postponing until next summer, but life's too short for that.
Just finished reading that California is planning to close 1/4 of its state parks. Such a shame. Yet the NYTimes opinion article featured the Jack London park, and brought memories galloping back of the author I loved and left in my youth:
“I would rather my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time!” - Jack London
The fractiousness in my country belies that we've forgotten what really matters. I'd need several minutes space in a conversation to ruminate on what exactly it is that should matter these days, but I know it's not the existence we've carved out. I want to live and use my time! To be better, always to be better.
Good bye Cats, hello to learning French and rediscovering the violin this summer!
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