Isn't Technology Supposed to Make Life Easier?!?!?!??!?!

So the hard drive on my computer was replaced last Friday.  By a very nice fella who came to the house at 6:00 at night.  it worked GREAT for 4 days, and now it's on the fritz again.
Grrrrrr....
I'm still waiting for a call back from Dell.  it may have to wait until Tuesday, as we're leaving tomorrow for our camping trip.  No big deal, as long as I don't have to shell out any more money.

In other news, I'm still contemplating the future.  I just found out UC Santa Cruz is hiring for their pool of theater instructors.  It's part-time, year-to-year employment, with no guarantees that I'll ever actually teach a class, but I DO have an advantage (2, actually): a friend of mine used to teach for them, and they desperately need voice teachers, which I have quite a bit of experience in.  So I have a good reference AND something they need. I've also discovered that the method I'm trained in (although not certified) apparently has NO instructors in the area.*  So my ADHD brain starts thinking "Hmmm...if I were to get certified, I'd be the ONLY such certified instructor in THE ENTIRE BAY AREA.  Which would make me a rare commodity.  And such certification would take as much time as getting a Psychology degree, but wouldn't cost as much.  And, in fact, was something I tried to do right after grad school, but didn't have the resources. Perhaps it's time to revisit this particular option."  In the meantime I'm taking my online Intro to Psych class to see if it's something I want to pursue.

(*We interrupt this post to tell you that right now I'm listening to "10 at 10" on a local radio station, in which they play 10 songs in a row from a specific year.   Today it's 1993. [The Lemonheads, anyone?]  I'm being bombarded with memories of the year I turned 24 [yes, I'm that old, shut up]: touring in "12th Night," performing on the mainstage in "A Midsummer Night's Dream" [still my favorite professional experience, ever], falling in love and getting my heart truly broken for the first time, subletting a friend's apartment in Cambridge and teaching in Andover with one of my best buddies. Walking to Harvard Square in the freezing cold because parking my car there is too bloody expensive. Duct-taping my shoes because I couldn't afford to buy a new pair. Pondering the idea of grad school. Ah, memories!)

Anyway, what I'm trying to say, in my usual, meandering, beating around the bush, roundabout way (see?!?!?!) is that it's nice to have options.  I'm not in a place where I thought I'd be by the time I hit this age, but nowadays who is?  Lately I find myself re-discovering old (and sometimes forgotten) passions. I've been trying to fit my (very) round self into a tiny square box, and I've been doing this for quite a while.  Telling myself that I didn't want certain things because I have truly believed that I cannot have them.  And also believed, maybe, I didn't deserve them.
Which makes me so incredibly sad!

So now I'm getting an arm and a leg outside of said box, maybe poking my head out and taking a look around. Who knows what I'll see?  The future is not set in stone, and, to quote my favorite Timelord, "Time can be re-written."  To quote Goethe, "Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it."  And one of my favorites (from Pastor Basil King, NOT Goethe), "Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."

I have spent so much of my life being timid.  Time to change that.

Oh, and I'll let you know how the camping trip goes!



*Edit:  It turns out there ARE instructors here, just not MASTER instructors.  My bad!