Well, it is the final weekend for Godspell. It's funny, because I have done this show twice and both times I was at a threshold in my life. Is it me, or the show? Who knows? This time around, well, I'm a lot older, a lot wiser. I've learned to allow myself to enjoy the experience more and I've allowed more of it to come from my heart.

And although this time around, I'm older and wiser, the contradiction is to say that I have just as many questions, and perhaps more, than I had back then. Perhaps that's what maturity truly is: realizing that you really don't know a damn thing. Perhaps, it's realizing that the answers aren't as important as the journey and the growth required to ask them in the first place.

I don't know. I feel the same inside, in some respects. I still am unsure of myself, lonely at times, wondering what tomorrow might bring. That's funny isn't it? Although there is a different side to me that wasn't there before. I think I am more comfortable with me. I accept that I am not one of those cool collected type of folks, who have all the answers. I laugh and cry, love and hurt, more than some perhaps, but I know that I at least I feel. I know what looks best on my hair and what clothes suit me. That's something anyway.

Anyway, I am babbling now. More later. It's been a sad November, but growth can be painful at times. I am ready for tomorrow.