On my own, with all of my falls.
3 years ago
When did adequate become acceptable? When did mundane become marvelous? It occurred to me that I’ve been directing more and more plays of late. I thought I had been moving toward something. But what? True, the work is enjoyable, but the thrill only comes now when the shows are bigger and bigger and bigger …
I’ve become jaded, complacent. Blindfolded.
Last weekend my eyes were opened. For the first time I realized that I had been settling for considerably less than I could have. I had dreams once, and a very keen appreciation of more than manufactured truth and beauty.
The dreams eroded. Can’t blame anyone but myself. I sold myself cheap.
The dreams came back. Inspiration unexpectedly handed to me; a gift.
What shall I do? What will I do?
I shall take inspiration by the hand and look for bright horizons.