To prove to dad that I'm not a fool. But maybe I am...
By Jen Littlefield (Writer/Choreographer/Questioning Artist)
Well Crazytown, we have reached September. That time of year when I can stop planning my outfits based on how much sweat will show through the fabric, and focus on the good stuff - boots and scarves! It also means back to school time. The new freshmen are filing into the dorms, slowly realizing they will not be alone again until Thanksgiving, and looking around with horror as they tell themselves - I've made a huge mistake. Just kidding, dorm life rules! And as excited as we are to teach the artists of tomorrow, it all has to wait because no school year can start without meetings, meetings, and more meetings! But the more I see people for the first time in three months, the more I have to prepare an answer for the inevitable question - how was your summer?
Man is this a loaded question if ever there was one.
I've come to realize that this answer, like my life, is never going to be easy. I chose to live and work in the arts as a free-lance… everything, who tries to balance creative projects with the money-making jobs, and my goal has always been to slowly merge the two into one. Sometimes, with some jobs, it happens, while other times, I question my very sanity as to why I would put myself in a certain situation to begin with. And then there are the times like this summer.