It's all about proper balance: health, love, checkbooks, the very basic activity of putting one foot in front of the other and walking around. Oh yeah, and breathing. Currently, I'm staring down the barrel of the age-old fact that in order to pay rent, you need some source of income. So, here I am, very happy to be in my new city, in Portland, Maine. It's been 1 week and 1 day, and I am fully in the throes of figuring out how to make rent.
The search for income is a wild hunt these days, with LinkedIn and Craigslist and tips from friends of friends of friends. The almighty résumé becomes paramount. But how do I sum myself up? My work experience is all over the map! My education was a non-linear romp through the SUNY system combined with self-directed studies (which, I believe should count, too)! My skills and specialties cover a considerable range! How do I fit an Amelia-shaped peg into a square hole?
And you know what? I think it does the trick.
8 years ago, I was toying with the idea of moving out of my hometown to strike out on my own. I was torn between Portlands (Oregon & Maine). Of course, I had a moment where I wanted to leave it up to chance, so I took a deck of cards and came up with the following rule: If the card I pull is higher than a 7, I'll move to Portland, OR. If it's lower than a 7, I'll move to Portland, ME. Well, my rule was flawed, because I pulled a 7.
In February of 2007, I took Amtrak out to Portland, Oregon to start fresh and clean in a city known for its youthful exuberance. I spent 4 years in Portland, Oregon, which easily felt more like 10 years with the amount of stuff I packed into my time there. Soon enough, however, I ran out of money and my heart ran out of steam, and I drove back to my hometown of Corning, NY to catch a breather.
All in all, I was thinking I'd only be in Corning for a year or so before figuring out my next move. Well, after a trip to Europe and some very useful experience at Exhibit A, I caught glimpse of a dashing young man: before I knew it, my plans were all shook up, and we both found it necessary to stay a little longer...
Not surprisingly, we woke up one morning as if a spell had faded, and we both knew we desperately needed to return to our original plans of getting out of our hometown. Somehow, Portland, Maine resurfaced, and we slowly but surely put plans in motion to make the move north. As of late in the evening on October 1st, we arrived in Portland, Maine with what we could fit in our car. As with the city motto, it is here where we will rise again.
We are so excited that this performance is free and open to the public, but that makes our need to fundraise that much greater. We are committed to providing compensation to our collaborating artists - each of whom will be spending 10-20 hours rehearsing, on top of 8 hours of performing. Yes, 8 hours of performing - for free!
I'm absolutely delighted to be a part of this project! If you live in or near New York City, go check it out next weekend: my work will be hanging on the walls and will be available for purchase, if you finally want to add my work to your collection. And/or, if you feel like putting on your philanthropist's hat, make a donation!
Tomorrow, just after 5pm, I will deliver a short talk about The Hours Festivals (www.60hours.info and www.61hours.info or www.62hours.com) at our local TEDx conference. It was a little tricky, since the writing and preparing of the speech largely occurred during my travels in Europe. For example, the power point was constructing in a German version of Microsoft Office, and I don't understand German. Thank god my sister does...
Why is 72 my favorite number? Because it's a highly totient pronic number, obviously.