Like this cat. I want to be this cat.
Today, I am the cat.
Cats don’t premeditate. Cats don’t plan. Cats pounce. Cats hunt. Cats eat and drink and cover their business with a whole lot of sand. Or not. Cats lay in the sunniest spot, licking their fur. Each moment is new. Immediate. Definitive. Hungry? Thirsty? Playful? Bam.
I had a director once who gave me what she called “one freebie” during the run of each show. She gave me a freebie so when I had an off-night, missing cues or failing to connect with my fellow actors once or twice or many times, I wouldn’t spiral through the next few nights wallowing, pondering, willing myself to go back through each choice until I’d fixed it in my mind – as I am prone to do – but rather, I’d shrug it off and say, “Well, there’s my one.” And move on.
I’m prone to ponder. That’s the truth. Why? Too many . . .
Date night or blogging?
Alone or together?
Chocolate or licorice? (Read our LTYM Chicago spotlight posts to learn who chose which.)
Sleep or watch TV?
Comma or semicolon?
Boys or girls?
Install drain tile in the basement, or wait-and-see ’til it rains again?
Domestic or international?
Chocolate espresso beans, or spicy salty pretzel mix?
Pick-up or let it ring?
The chicken or the egg?
Ice cold white wine or mellow red?
Wash first, or wear it straight from the rack?
Ice cream or cake?
Pink or black?
Left or right?
Plastic or paper?
Walk or drive?
Hands on the podium, hands by my side, hands on my hips, or arms outstretched?
Every day, every nano-second, something new to decide.
But not today!
Today, I am the cat, batting dust particles around in this one shard of sunlight.
Unhurried. Immediate. Instinctive.
Slowly closing my eyes. Opening them again.
This is the life. My cat life. Mine.
It is delicious.