My degree is in Theater and Dance. I act, dance, and sing. Either all at once or in some combination. I however have taken quite the break from performance. Graduation came and went and I currently work at a non-profit law firm. Is this a problem? No. Have I thought a lot about performing since I graduated? It is always in the back of my mind, waiting patiently in the wings, ready for it’s entrance. Will the show ever get there or is this an actors dream. Have I been cast as Godot? This cross-wind that I’ve encountered has me slipping off my heading, but maybe that’s right. Maybe Im’ too concerned with my heading, when really, my bearing is right on.
I have never owned a vehicle in which the fuel gauged worked properly.
Are there places in which it is fall all year round? The crisp cool nip in the morning with the warm tones of a perspiring sun in the afternoon? If that could be my final destination, if only.
I may not be able to look in the same direction in which I am traveling, but this is acceptable for me. This is how the days work. Preparing for my entrance. Preparing for my landing. Preparing for tomorrow. So that today can run smoothly.
The photo above was taken at a vertical dance rehearsal. This is art. This is life. This is the moment which makes waiting in the wings tolerably. This is everyone’s and at the same time mine. My scene partner is always the most important person on stage. Only when that becomes true is there clarity as to why I should slip slightly from what the compass reads.
Theatric Declination
My degree is in Theater and Dance. I act, dance, and sing. Either all at once or in some combination. I however have taken quite the break from performance. Graduation came and went and I currently work at a non-profit law firm. Is this a problem? No. Have I thought a lot about performing since I graduated? It is always in the back of my mind, waiting patiently in the wings, ready for it’s entrance. Will the show ever get there or is this an actors dream. Have I been cast as Godot? This cross-wind that I’ve encountered has me slipping off my heading, but maybe that’s right. Maybe Im’ too concerned with my heading, when really, my bearing is right on.
I have never owned a vehicle in which the fuel gauged worked properly.
Are there places in which it is fall all year round? The crisp cool nip in the morning with the warm tones of a perspiring sun in the afternoon? If that could be my final destination, if only.
I may not be able to look in the same direction in which I am traveling, but this is acceptable for me. This is how the days work. Preparing for my entrance. Preparing for my landing. Preparing for tomorrow. So that today can run smoothly.
The photo above was taken at a vertical dance rehearsal. This is art. This is life. This is the moment which makes waiting in the wings tolerably. This is everyone’s and at the same time mine. My scene partner is always the most important person on stage. Only when that becomes true is there clarity as to why I should slip slightly from what the compass reads.