Since I just posted a series of semi-depressing tweets, let's skip over to one of the posts I owe this blog that isn't depressing at all!
I did a thing!
Two things in my life really helped to give me joy and purpose. Writing stories was one. Theatre was the other. Well, I'm proud to say that I got back on that stage.
It hasn't been for a lack of trying... well, not a total lack. I do tend to have a few runs of "quit kidding yourself, girl!" and then I stop trying for a good long while.
But it was a small production with a local church group. And best of all it involved zero singing. So I took a chance, and they called me back for a part. It was a short run in a silly and semi-dated ensemble comedy, but I loved it.
Every now and then I find myself in a moment where I feel truly happy, that my best self is stepping out into the world, and that this is where I'm supposed to be. Having a stage again was one of those moments. And now I'm going to try not to get in my own way and get a bit more involved. Of course, as I say this I have been staring at a number to call for a week now. Just one little acting class, just to keep this spark going. So why haven't I called them yet?
I might need a boost. Or a hand to hold. Or a hug. Or someone to hold the baby while I try to pry the phone away from his little death-grip hands...
We'll see what happens.
Two things in my life really helped to give me joy and purpose. Writing stories was one. Theatre was the other. Well, I'm proud to say that I got back on that stage.
It hasn't been for a lack of trying... well, not a total lack. I do tend to have a few runs of "quit kidding yourself, girl!" and then I stop trying for a good long while.
But it was a small production with a local church group. And best of all it involved zero singing. So I took a chance, and they called me back for a part. It was a short run in a silly and semi-dated ensemble comedy, but I loved it.
Every now and then I find myself in a moment where I feel truly happy, that my best self is stepping out into the world, and that this is where I'm supposed to be. Having a stage again was one of those moments. And now I'm going to try not to get in my own way and get a bit more involved. Of course, as I say this I have been staring at a number to call for a week now. Just one little acting class, just to keep this spark going. So why haven't I called them yet?
I might need a boost. Or a hand to hold. Or a hug. Or someone to hold the baby while I try to pry the phone away from his little death-grip hands...
We'll see what happens.
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