Thursday, October 16, 2014

The Bard

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?

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