Julia finally wakes up.

I can trace many important moments of discovery in my life back to theatrical productions that I experienced as an audience member. One of those moments was when I saw Gross Indecency: The Three Trials of Oscar Wilde by Moises Kaufman.

Last week I had some realizations or reminders that I thought I'd share here in the form of a list. At present, they're just floating around in my head, but maybe they'll seem more connected once I finish writing them out in one place.

I first read about Justin Peck in a New York Times article a few weeks ago, when one of his new pieces was premiering at New York City Ballet. Peck is a soloist for the company, and he's also their Resident Choreographer. And he's 28.

This musing is about having nothing to muse about.