Now I am simply going to drop the word “Bad” from the title of the blogs. It was bad. Got it. But that was then and now we gots to get moving forward.
Homeruns are being hit right and left. At times I do wonder what it would have been like without this necessary change – – but what we got now is quite fine and the story is being told – and isn’t that why we are all here. My panic has subsided. I am no longer woofing down my mini cottage cheese packets to calm my anxiety. I am back to green tea and breathing.
It went fine today. We have lots to do and lots to get better. But we have the foundation back and good carpenters on site. So the building will get built.
The cast has all left. It is 8:12 in the evening. I have dragged the laptop into the empty theatre to see if my notes from tomorrow could be inspired by the environment. Sort of . .
I sit on an old white rug typing away. This nasty old white rehearsal carpet has been with me for show after show. I see literal remnants of glitter, feathers, stains and confetti as witness to the time we have spent trying to get good things done with students. I am proud of my clearly abused white carpet. It did good. It served many stories well. These folks will get thier opening night flowers (come rain or shine) and they will be moving up and beyond. But that rug and I have a few more stories to tell. Pause. Sentimental feeling. Play.
Okay notes done. Off the empty faculty parking lot. I wish I could take my white carpet home with me.