High-powered Step class even though it's been a minute. It's humiliating to mess up so many times but it makes a person strong, you know.
Minor set-back getting an extremely sugary coffee.
Then there were auditions at one of my theatres. Got an email that they were low on auditiors. No pay and around three hours of work, but I wondered if there were any women sitting in and I wouldn't know unless I was there sitting in, so I sat in. Guess what? No women but me. And I made sure to smile at each auditioning one as they took the stage. And when another auditor didn't like a girl for no particular reason I said, "Let's take her." You would do it too, but only if you were there, which is the main whole thing.
At home I set up a tiny office in bed to phone bank for the Congressional democratic candidate in my district. I made 50 calls, which I did not like at all, but I got a few more voters, and this is my duty as a person and my mess as a citizen in a country that does not value research.
A friend wanted to talk on the phone (despise) but I did it.
Could have watched something stupid over dinner, but dove into a true crime doc. Gotta learn about justice systems to get mad enough to change them.
Worked on my book. I have two goals for this week.
Took the train instead of a Lyft. Save any tank of gas we can.
Tried to make the new player feel welcome enough. Improvised a musical as a poached goat. Paraphrased MLK Jr., a finale that was a metaphor for bipartisanism, tossed out the compliments. (They're free.) Tried to make people feel good.
And then I could have gone to sleep but watched Kimmy S over leftover birthday cake. I did my best.
