How Often So this is the stuff life's made of. Wake up late to the wet nose in my face. I sleep on the ground and feel very minimalist because of it but really it's only because I don't own a bed, or any other piece of furniture for that fact. It's another day of searching ahead of me, carving a path, a place for me into this rocky and rumpus hillside. I'll put myself out there today in about 8 different ways, and guaranteed I will be returned about 6 rejections from the powers that be. While at first all together disheartening, rejection is the universes' way of redirecting my attempts which were apparently misaligned in the first place. No here, no there, no to a minimal income, no to easy transportation, no to this job, no after that interview, yes to a walk in the park, no to cheap groceries...this is where I learn exactly how much I can take. Blurry and slimy and as bland as that taro chunky milk tea I mistakenly bought here, I cloe my eyes every night thinking about all this that I go through for that dream. What is my goal again? Oh yea, live life and be happy. Why am I here? Oh yea, to do just that.
So Kara, how's that big move of yours been goin?
Um, pretty well. I'm not homeless and I love the dancing.
Well great! You've got it all figured out then?
Well kinda... everything except for how to sustain myself.
What do you mean "sustain"? As in, how to buy food?
No, I've got food, if top rammen counts as food...
Then what?
I'm lonely
Psh...you'll make friends. Just wait
Waiting
Be patient
I'm patient
THen what do you want?
I want everything...every little darn picking thing that this world has a little extra of and could maybe give me. Things is there are so many dang people wanting everything just like me!

Today I have 2 interviews, a break, and a performance. Gus and I hiked our favortie trail which winds through the Redwoods behind my house. The show last night was amazing. The smallest venue with an even smaller audience but I'll take it. Man it feels good to be dancing fully and for myself. What an awesome career. Love  ¶ 11:23 AM