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.