For instance, yesterday was another object lesson in how to deal with my Mom and her manipulations. You see, my mom forgets that I have a life of my own, and tends to plan things that I will be expected to do, with or without consulting me first. So last night I did the much-practiced mom-dance. I told her that I really wasn't available, and that she could have Kirstin to dinner, but would need to drop her off at rehearsal by 8. Last night's life-rehearsal taught me that I need to lie to my mom about the time she should be somewhere, because she will assume she can be a half-hour late. Thanks to my mom, Kirstin missed rehearsing her biggest scene. How frustrating!
Then, I rehearsed the "tiptoe around Roomie" routine, which involves thanking him multiple multiple times for attending a family event, and making sure he doesn't feel that I expect too much of him. It's silly that I have to jump through these hoops, but last night was such a good rehearsal that I feel I'm getting really good at it.
I'm starting to feel the effects of my crazy schedule. I guess I've been a little impatient with other adults, and at work I just want to hide behind my desk and glare at people, but I keep a pleasant facade. I get home after rehearsal and am in bed by 11, but I still feel sleepy and have a hard time getting up in the morning. Well, the play goes up in just one more week. I'm sure I can hold out that long.
Kirstin is an inspiration. She is so thrilled to be at rehearsal, it's hard to get her to stop smiling! I remember the days when working in theatre felt like that, when I had nothing else on my mind. Actually, on good nights of rehearsal, I still feel that way. I'm actually in the scene, and nothing else matters. When I walk offstage, I'm relaxed, and focused on the next cue. I am grateful that I have such a great hobby.
Everyone should do theatre, if only once, just for the experience.
