Beginning work on a new show. Well an Olde Show. With an 'e'.
King Lear. With the Antaeus Theatre Company.
An opportunity sent across my desk via email. A company once recommended to me. A noteworthy director. So, an Assistant Director I became. Again.
40 hours a week.
A year ago I was doing the same. 40 hours of work. 40 hours of rehearsal.
A year ago I was loving it. Appreciating it.
This year is harder.
My body is more tired.
My mind is more tired.
My emotions are running rampant.
Never truly convinced this is all worth it.
Appreciating the opportunity but not sure how the unquantifiable learning experience will benefit a still yet unquantifiable career.
What if doing everything it takes to do what I want causes me to hate everything about the thing I've always wanted to do.
I feel myself drifting that direction.
Being bullied toward it.
Into a corner.
Bullied by life. How do you take on that bully.
Stand up? Or just walk away.
I've always been one to punch a bully in the face.
Not sure life would like it.
Life would probably punch back.
Good thing I know how to Parry.
Next up. A Right Hook.