The Art of Dramatic Living

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My head is under water and I have to stop fighting the current and go with the flow. Final Tech, Final Dress and Opening Night are inevitable. The illusion of comfort I had in thinking the show is still a month away has crashed. We are riding the rapids to the end.

A Poem is the same. Eventually they start rolling along on their own and I have to go with it or be drowned.

I’ve spent a lot of time under water. That’s what it feels like when you don’t want to let things take on their own life and you struggle and fight to wrestle the thing back into your comfort zone. Guess what? If you try to fight it, it – whatever it is: painting, poem, or song – will simply pull you under and pass you by.

This is frightening – but, what a relief! It’s not up to me anymore. No matter what I do opening night will come. I can finally stop fighting the current and ride this baby out. The seats will be filled with audience members, friends, family members, and ex-boyfriends (but that’s another story).

There’s some humility in it. I am not the doer anymore. The play is doing me.

It requires power to let go. I have to let myself become part of the thing that is bigger than me. I have to trust all the repetition that came before and let it carry me through to the end.

So I wanted to let you know I’m riding this one out. All the joy and adrenaline that comes with seeing your work come to life is rushing through me. It’s bigger than me. I’m a part of it and it is a part of me. I am submerged.

Thought for the day – Let the joy of the thing you do wash over you and carry you beyond the boundaries of who you think you are. Erase the edges that separate you from your art – disappear in it and let it surpass you. It’s a beautiful dance.