They past week has been... hmm, well, in a word... weird.
I'm not sure I've unpacked it all, so if I began writing about it I would seem like a manic crazy person. (Kinda like my online dating profile which I should share sometime as it is chock-full of nuttiness). But I digress. Suffice it to say for now, it's been a weird few days.
I feel like The Universe is trying to tell me something, but I'm not getting it. I want to. But I'm not. My blinders are up for some reason and they are stuck so hard that I'm not seeing anything. Maybe that's part of the journey. Maybe I need to rip them off.
Which leads me to this. Stephen Sondheim's "Company". My go to when things are out of sorts. Remember this one? Yeah. That one. Coincidentally a 4-performance engagement is being done with the NY Philharmonic this weekend. I chalked it up to not being able to get a ticket since it's star-studded cast without selling my body and soul, and it's been sold out for weeks. Stubhub is no help. Theatre connections are fruitless. So I've been listening to my favorite numbers from it allowing that to speak to me, but somehow without filling me up like it usually does. Also listening to stories from friends at the rehearsal studio where Neil Pats himself is rehearsing for this weekend's shin-dig.
Out of the blue, sitting at work, I decided to check the Philharmonic's website to see if something opened up. Lo and behold, it did. A single somewhat reasonably priced ticket sitting there for the plucking. All mine if I choose to take it. The Universe at work. Or coincidence. Or neither.
And I took it.