Perspectives
Perspective - n. Judgment of facts, circumstances, etc., with regard to their proportional importance
"Perspectives" was the title of the piece I intended to write last night. But I forgot to write it. No kidding. I became wrapped up in opening a play about Katharine Hepburn called Tea at Five this Friday. There's been a lot of hullabaloo (bullcrap for you youngsters out there) with another professional theater company ten minutes away suddenly announcing they are opening the same show three weeks into our run.
As Artistic Director and producer of the show, this can have quite an impact on our financial bottom-line. So I've been working with other theaters in the area to assist us in promoting our production. This is boring, I know, so anyway I forgot to write the piece and then I had to go to my second job at night. I was going to write it this morning, but I got a call that my father was in the hospital, that he may have suffered a stroke and was going to have some surgery in the afternoon.
Sitting in his room, talking with him, I thought about how much I love my dad. How important he is to me. And I thought about my priorities. My family comes first. I was going to play golf this afternoon--something I look forward to every week. It suddenly didn't appeal to me. I came into my office to complete some commitments, but I want to be there when my dad comes out of surgery. It's 4:30 p.m. and I'm leaving.
My piece about how I discern the details in a story by judging my perspective will have to wait.
Onward.
"Perspectives" was the title of the piece I intended to write last night. But I forgot to write it. No kidding. I became wrapped up in opening a play about Katharine Hepburn called Tea at Five this Friday. There's been a lot of hullabaloo (bullcrap for you youngsters out there) with another professional theater company ten minutes away suddenly announcing they are opening the same show three weeks into our run.
As Artistic Director and producer of the show, this can have quite an impact on our financial bottom-line. So I've been working with other theaters in the area to assist us in promoting our production. This is boring, I know, so anyway I forgot to write the piece and then I had to go to my second job at night. I was going to write it this morning, but I got a call that my father was in the hospital, that he may have suffered a stroke and was going to have some surgery in the afternoon.
Sitting in his room, talking with him, I thought about how much I love my dad. How important he is to me. And I thought about my priorities. My family comes first. I was going to play golf this afternoon--something I look forward to every week. It suddenly didn't appeal to me. I came into my office to complete some commitments, but I want to be there when my dad comes out of surgery. It's 4:30 p.m. and I'm leaving.
My piece about how I discern the details in a story by judging my perspective will have to wait.
Onward.
I've been reading about the bullcrap, but you're right, none of that matters right now. Family comes first. We're all pulling for yours.
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Thanks, Lisa.
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