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What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

Dig a Little Deeper October 26, 2015

I have this plan. I want to go to Europe at the end of the summer. Yes, I am going to Thailand this January, but I have a magical break this summer and wish to travel the world. And the two weddings and stint as a wicked witch have lined up in such a way that I could go back to Paris, see the light show in Versailles, and take my husband to London for the first time.

But traveling costs money. Lots of money. And working in musical theatre makes very few people rich. So I have created a plan. A wonderfully brilliant plan that doesn’t involve selling any of my vital organs, becoming a prostitute, or begging on the internet or a street corner.

I’m going to work five jobs.

And by George, I have found a way to make it work!

I’m going to perform my regular shows, perform kids shows, serve tables, do online data entry, and write. Also hopefully shower, eat, and sleep.

You may call me crazy, but I was bitten by two terrible bugs when I was little: the theatre bug, which keeps me prancing around in tights like a maniac, and the travel bug. I have a horrible case of wanderlust, and I’m willing to work to see the world.

So, if this blog slowly descends into madness and you start hearing stories about Russian men who sneak their own liquor into the theatre (true story), or that I called out a patron for taking a picture of me during my curtain speech right after I said federal law banned photography, don’t worry that I’ve lost my mind forever.

I’m sure I’ll find my mind. Somewhere… in Europe.

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