The day started with an ant infestation, which considering it is only March, was bloody annoying to say the least. We were bothered by Ants quite a lot last year, so I am hoping I can get to the bottom of it this year and kill them all off. What with that and the mice in the garage, we have been communing with nature all too much this year for my liking. Anyhow, I continued with my day, only to receive my usual list of phone calls, which threw a spanner in the works as far as being as productive as I wished. I managed to get a good two hours writing done, and finished off the casting of the third act of the Summer Show. This means that I do not have to worry about casting fro a long time, which always makes me happy. There is something rather liberating about being able to actually get on with the show now. The casting seemed to be met favourably, but we shall see over the next few weeks I suspect. I went to bed absolutely exhausted, but feeling slightly good that I had managed to get most of the things I wanted done. It's always a good way to start the week I find. I didn't really mark it, but Saturday saw the first anniversary of our moving to our current abode. I think we were all too preoccupied to give it too much though, but the year has gone very quickly. It's not been altogether smooth, but I think we are in a better position now than we were a year ago, so that has to be a positive. I fond that when I tell people about what I am doing and what I am up to, that they seem really rather impressed and pleased for me, so I do wonder why I am not skipping through a few more hoops. Perhaps it is the realisation of all the work that goes into the things we do. Ultimately, many of my friends or acquaintances see the fluffy final product, like a performance for example. What goes into that is an entirely different matter, and it can be, and usually is, an exhausting process. So why do I do it? Well I suppose it is simply that I love it. There are times when I wonder what would have been if I had chosen a different path, but ultimately, we could all spend our days thinking about that. At least we had the nerve to jump and take a gamble, and it has worked. The Internet has, I think, changed the way we look at ourselves. We can very easily compare our lives and our days. Many people seem to update their twitter feed or Facebook status with the most inane drivel, and I am sure I have been just as guilty of that as well. It does, however, give us the chance to compare lifestyles. I can compare for example, my average day, with that of singers, actors, politicians authors journalists and footballers. I can see what my old school friends are up to, what my estranged relatives do, and what they are thinking about at any given time. As with all of these things, we post things that we either want other people to see, or we at the very least skew the truth to make ourselves more interesting in some way. I can put all sorts of updates about scripts being written, casting sessions, theatre visits etc. I'm sure that at times, these updates come across as boastful, which I think by and large they haven't been. However, I also take joy in the fact that certain things will reach the eyes of certain people, and I suppose I do update things with this in mind from time to time. I hold no truck with pointless attention seeking outbursts on social media sites in order to garner a little response, though again, I guess I may have been guilty of it myself. So what is the the point in all of this? Well, I wonder what people used as bench marks before the advent of the Internet. I suppose we compared our lives to those people we knew and kept in touch with on a regular basis. Now though, I can compare what I do with hundreds and hundreds of people, all be it, the edited version of those people's lives. I wonder if that is a good or a bad thing sometimes. I try my hardest to be honest on here at least, and I have made a concerted effort no to be all melodramatic on Twitter and Facebook, but we all have our own truths.
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