When I was a kid, I wrote theater productions and forced my friends and the neighborhood kids to put on productions in my front porch.
And then I collected some emotional baggage.
I acted in high school and college, did set design, continued to write, and failed more times than I succeeded.
And I collected some more emotional baggage. I stopped writing, I started again, and continued that cycle for decades.
I’ve written books, poems, short stories, business plans, and websites. I’ve spent more on theater tickets than I’ve spent in groceries. I’ve watched people I love on stage, behind the set, and in the audience. And no matter where you sit, theater is magical.
So today I’m flying to New York City with my baggage to see a reading of my play about the #metoo
And I’m leaving the emotional baggage behind.
I am a playwright. I am a writer.
I can play a part in my beloved world of theater.
I can have more than one job, more than one passion.
I don’t have to listen to the people who said No or told me I wasn’t being practical.
I am my own.