Re: R: RAT. Money

[Cara <cgr9456@garnet.acns.fsu.edu>]

Having sort of haphazardly followed the money thread, I find myself
equating money and time, or putting the value of my time above the need for
money.  Not that I think I have reached some sort of enlightened state,
maybe I'm truly deluded.  But most of the time I worry less about the
amount of money I have or can get, and how much of it is the reward of
theatre-making, but how much time I have for theatre ventures vs.
sustenance ventures.  I somehow feel I have succeeded if I have spent more
time personally and theatre-related in a week than time spent working at
Kinko's (god help me) or cleaning houses.

Yes, there are plenty of days I spend worrying if I'll have enough money to
pay off the electric company, and where in hell I will get money to pay off
my mounting student loans.  Or what kind of future will my children have
with both parents devoted to what looks to be a non-lucrative career?

But for me, I get a lot more het up if I don't have enough time for myself
and my husband and my dog and to think about theatre than I do worrying
about money.  The difference is small, granted, but I want time a lot more
than I want money right now.  I live in constant hopes that I will be the
person in the Corona commercials, using my cell phone to prop up the table
on which I rest my beer and limes, or filling the pages of my date book
with nothing but the word "sunset."

My main mantra lately is that I will find money.  I always have, I always
will.  Never really gone hungry for anything.  Maybe I live in some kind of
bliss because I have a kind if not wealthy family.  Just trying to get away
from the money/value argument and throw a new ball into the court.

Cara Rosson

"If a cow laughed, would milk come out her nose?"