Detrimental.

The first day of spring looms and I'm thinking about new beginnings. Not original - but seasonally appropriate.

The Stanislavsky books remain on my bookshelf - I should return them to the library.

When I first rocked up to the Actors Centre I spoke at length with one of the teachers who told me that I would get more out of *watching* plays for the next year than a hard, fast training and taste test of the industry.

He was right.

The acting gig hasn't fallen completely by the wayside - however I did purchase season tickets to the Sydney Theatre Company.

I've managed to get to most all of the Mainstage productions - finances prevented me from indulging further. I do hold out hope for the 2nd half of the year though.

The trips to the theatre have been somewhat of a lifesaver. Being keenly broke left me with limited options for fun and frivolity - seeing a play once a month made the lack of movies, dinners and gigs less acute. It's kept me thinking and active.

And a massive Tom Stoppard fangirl. :)