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Jul. 30th, 2008 01:08 pmIt's horoscope day, and mine is this:
Don't just shamble down to the pizzeria and gobble a slab of greasy cheese, tomato sauce, and dough. Instead, arrange for an interesting person who likes you to home-deliver a pizza lovingly prepared by a gourmet chef. For that matter, Scorpio, don't tolerate mediocrity or the lowest common denominator in any area of your life. The Season of the Peak Experience is here -- a time when you have a sacred duty to give your best, commune with the highest, and ask for excellence.
This explains why I went to pieces Sunday after the Belly Oasis show. I knew I hadn't done my best, but instead of throwing the worry aside, instead of saying "I'll do better next time", I burst into tears in the dressing room after the show. For one insane moment, I was ready to give it up, sell my dance costumes and never go to class again rather than perform at less than my best. That wasn't the answer, clearly. Dance cleanses my soul, but I have to respect it, the same way I respect the writing. I'm entering a new season, one in which "good enough" isn't.
Should be interesting.
Don't just shamble down to the pizzeria and gobble a slab of greasy cheese, tomato sauce, and dough. Instead, arrange for an interesting person who likes you to home-deliver a pizza lovingly prepared by a gourmet chef. For that matter, Scorpio, don't tolerate mediocrity or the lowest common denominator in any area of your life. The Season of the Peak Experience is here -- a time when you have a sacred duty to give your best, commune with the highest, and ask for excellence.
This explains why I went to pieces Sunday after the Belly Oasis show. I knew I hadn't done my best, but instead of throwing the worry aside, instead of saying "I'll do better next time", I burst into tears in the dressing room after the show. For one insane moment, I was ready to give it up, sell my dance costumes and never go to class again rather than perform at less than my best. That wasn't the answer, clearly. Dance cleanses my soul, but I have to respect it, the same way I respect the writing. I'm entering a new season, one in which "good enough" isn't.
Should be interesting.
