Rehearsal shoes and mirrors broke into my memory banks last week:
It's been a full year since my first gig with The Berloni's.
What an incredible year it has been - - to say the least. I'm not only working in theatre, but I'm back onstage again, and it feels oh so nice. The gratitude that comes through words of a blog post can't express all that I truly feel. I've learned a crazy-stupid amount about theatre, our animal kin, and myself throughout some of the hardest and most rewarding regional productions.
To top it off, being a part of the Maltz Jupiter Theatre's production of "Annie" as actor and handler at this point of my yellow brick road with the Berloni's is making me scream, "OH MY GOD YOU GUYS!!!" (That's dog-handler humor...)
As I sit here with Macy Moo, who is curled up so comfortably on the couch, I am filled with fervor and inspiration. I'm beginning to understand more and more that while my first year away from the Big Bad Apple has been overflowing with greatness, I also lost the drive for many of my dreams. Trying to remember those once ever-present dreams, my mind went blank. Blank: simply unknowing of what to build toward.
"When you have a dream, you have everything."
New York City beat me down, much more than I had realized. It's taken this year to see that and to know that it's not just me that city is pulverizing. I'm stronger than what I sometimes feel; remembering this can only push my foot take another step.
I needed this year away to understand this, to get back to my dreams. The dreams are currently stuck in foggy gorges of my mind/soul/heart, but I'm doing my darndest to rekindle their spirits. It's sad that it's so hard to dream again, but I guess that's what happens when waking dreams up from such slumberous sleep. Alas, dragons will be doused, fairies followed, and dominion demanded.
Another diving board. Here we go.
