Yesterday evening was the second and final performance for the Musical Cafe’s 2016 Winter Showcase. Everything was spot on and so much fun to watch. The casts for all four […]
For me, right now, the bottom line is ultimately that after I left the theatre and safely made it to my car, where I could be alone and relatively unobserved, I sobbed. Ugly crying, sobs.
I woke up the morning after David Bowie passed away and had this in mind almost complete. I was thinking of grief and the nature of it in many forms for different reasons. Whether it’s lost love, deceased loved ones, abandoned ambitions, or something else one has had to let go of, it rarely happens in isolation with no recurrence.
If my creative-life bucket list existed, it would include (among other things) performing on stage again and learning more about musical theatre. Et voila 2016 is off to a running start with both of those at the top, which is remarkable considering I’ve really done nothing actively to make either happen.
When 2015 began I was so exhausted from a grueling and challenging 2014, all I really wanted to do was crawl into a cave and hibernate like a bear. I thought I’d be facing a year of respite and recovery. What I got instead was one of recovery and rejuvenation, but not from rest; much to my surprise (and my family’s alarm), it was busier than most years.