This past fall and winter I fell into a rut. It was an unusual experience for me, and not particularly pleasant. I found ways to peek my head out of the rut a bit, but all in all, I wasn't operating at top form, and some days it seemed I wasn't operating at all. I didn't have anything to do.
Yes - it's up to me to figure out just what it is I have to do, and then to do it. I've never had a problem discovering or inventing projects. But for a while, this past year, projects didn't present themselves and I found it more difficult to invent them.
Now I'm in deep in rehearsals for the hardest role of my life. I doing something. Something big.
And it feels good. My mind feels good. My body feels good. I laugh more. I dream more. I eat less. I'm hiking my trails more miles as I memorize my lines, hour after hour after hour.
Willy Loman dies. When he can't be a salesman any longer, he simply dies.
That's not my story. Never will be.
Yes - it's up to me to figure out just what it is I have to do, and then to do it. I've never had a problem discovering or inventing projects. But for a while, this past year, projects didn't present themselves and I found it more difficult to invent them.
Now I'm in deep in rehearsals for the hardest role of my life. I doing something. Something big.
And it feels good. My mind feels good. My body feels good. I laugh more. I dream more. I eat less. I'm hiking my trails more miles as I memorize my lines, hour after hour after hour.
Willy Loman dies. When he can't be a salesman any longer, he simply dies.
That's not my story. Never will be.
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