Monday Morning Reflection

Last night, I was packing up parts of my room. I have no idea where my stuff is going to be when I go to CA in a couple days/weeks. Maybe it will be sitting in the basement waiting for my return to NYC (fingers crossed) or maybe it will be on a FedEx truck to my dad’s shop in CA. I don’t know.

What I do know it that I have a lot of stuff. And in true packing fashion, I flipped through a lot of what I was packing up.

The great/tragic (definite love-hate relationship going on here) thing about my packing last night was putting away all my broadway collections, which means that I actually got the chance to relive some pretty amazing memories, and it all got me thinking.

Broadway shows are inspiring, and my experience last night was no exception. I wasn’t even at a show. I haven’t seen a show in a week, but the way I was feeling last night, you wouldn’t know that.

Normally, I’d say it all started with my Newsies paraphernalia. But it didn’t.

Shocking, right?

Don’t worry, though. Newsies’ unofficial sibling show is what started it (AKA a show loosely related to something that’s sort of owned by Disney but not completely, but in case that isn’t enough for you, the OBC also had a Keenan-Bolger in it). Yep. Peter and the Starcatcher.

In packing, I picked up my autographed annotated script and started reading.

Boy: When I was a boy, I wished I could fly.

Prentiss: Me too.

Scott: So did I!

Boy: Out the window and over the trees —

Smee: –high as a cloud and lighter than air —

Molly: (pushing through the men) –then loop the loop and up to the stars! I dreamed about flying all the time. (off the looks from the men) What? Girls dream.

Boy: Up to the stars — I like that.

Molly: Me too.

A moment of connection between them, the first of many.

Aster: Eventually, of course, we dream other dreams.

Prentiss: We change.

Ted: We grow up.

Aster: It always happens. Nothing is forever.

Boy: That’s the rule.

Molly: Everything ends.

In the back of this book, there’s a list of childhood dreams. Of things people once wished for. Of dreams they had, and how some came true, and some didn’t. Of lessons learned, and more careful wishing.

Reflecting on it, I began to think of the times in my life I had wished for something. When had my wishes come true? When hadn’t they? What had I done to make them come true?

As I got to that last question, I began packing up…yup…my Newsies stuff (see? We got there!). Seize the Day is stamped on so much of the Newsies gear that I have, and it is such a lovely concept to live by.

Seize the day. Carpe Diem.

Conveniently, this proved sounded like something I could turn into a prayer. After a quick google search, I discovered Zuzana’s blog Life Through Reflections.

Take some time and read her reflection.

It got me thinking about Pippin (I really enjoyed that musical), and Andrea Martin’s beautiful song “No Time At All”

[BERTHE]
When you are as old as I, my dear
And I hope that you never are
You will woefully wonder why, my dear
Through your cataracts and catarrh
You could squander away or sequester
A drop of a precious year
For when your best days are yester
The rest’er twice as dear….

What good is a field on a fine summer night
When you sit all alone with the weeds?
Or a succulent pear if with each juicy bite
You spit out your teeth with the seeds?
Before it’s too late stop trying to wait
For fortune and fame you’re secure of
For there’s one thing to be sure of, mate:
There’s nothing to be sure of!

Oh, it’s time to start livin’
Time to take a little from this world we’re given
Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall
In just no time at all….

I’ve never wondered if I was afraid
When there was a challenge to take
I never thought about how much I weighed
When there was still one piece of cake
Maybe it’s meant the hours I’ve spent
Feeling broken and bent and unwell
But there’s still no cure more heaven-sent
As the chance to raise some hell

Everybody….

[ALL]
Oh, it’s time to start livin’
Time to take a little from this world we’re given
Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall
In just no time at all….

Now when the drearies do attack
And a siege of the sads begins
I just throw these noble shoulders back
And lift these noble chins
Give me a man who is handsome and strong
Someone who’s stalwart and steady
Give me a night that’s romantic and long
And give me a month to get ready
Now I could waylay some aging roue
And persuade him to play in some cranny
But it’s hard to believe I’m being led astray
By a man who calls me granny

[ALL]
Oh, it’s time to start livin’
Time to take a little from this world we’re given
Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall
In just no time at all….

Oh, it’s time to start livin’
Time to take a little from this world we’re given
Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall
In just no time at all….

Sages tweet that age is sweet
Good deeds and good work earns you laurels
But what could make you feel more obsolete
Than being noted for your morals?

Here is a secret I never have told
Maybe you’ll understand why
I believe if I refuse to grow old
I can stay young till I die
Now, I’ve known the fears of sixty-six years
I’ve had troubles and tears by the score
But the only thing I’d trade them for
Is sixty-seven more….

Oh, it’s time to keep livin’
Time to keep takin’ from this world we’re given
You are my time, so I’ll throw off my shawl
And watching your flings be flung all over
Makes me feel young all over

[BETHE AND BOYS]
In just no time at all….

I hope this has given you a little something to reflect on 🙂

 

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