Setaú úta (setauuta) wrote,
Setaú úta
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Almost a year ago, I did what I thought was the bravest thing in the world - for me, at least - I went shopping by myself. Up to that point, I'd never really done anything wholly alone.

Now? Now I'm sitting in a theatre surrounded by strangers in downtown London seeing a play about which I knew absolutely nothing before I got here other than it was supposed to be good. (And it is - Stones in His Pockets, Angela, another to add to your list.) I'm amazed at the fact that I can wander around here, go grocery shopping and all that, and see a show - all quite by myself. The only voices I've heard today that haven't been onstage or part of that rare cacaphony found in the city have been from my CD's - my CD player has been a constant companion.

Part of me feels like I need to be constantly DOING something - seeing museums, shopping, walking, something. But another, stronger part of me remembers that this is a rare bit of time in my life - a week in which nothing is expected of me but that which I expect of myself. No assignments to catch up or get ahead, no rooms to clean, papers to wrtie, bags to pack or unpack. I have complete control over what to make of this week.

Now the only thing left to do is decide. There's the rub.
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