The commute is long and the venue shifting. On my way toTheater Row to do rehearsals for a Shakespearean, my first in over a decade, I feel the butterflies. A friend had an opening for a play. I took the role against every fear and the dictates of my own inner critic.
"I'm too old for this. I an so rusty. Can i still remember lines? How can I make this work? This is a scheduling nightmare. " So it went on and on.
I'm here anyway and give myself points for showing up, for remembering my lines, for squeezing out drops of some emotion. I have proven again something that I've known always. I love this stuff.
Now how to do this now often?