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Catharsis

A lot of things have come full circle for me, especially in the last few weeks.

We've recently wrapped up Romeo and Juliet (it closed on the 21st - can you believe it?), I've finished my papers and I am now moving on to finalising my other assignments. When things meet again like this, it feels very complete and yet, like I'm missing something.

I think with closing a play this feeling is especially strong. We started rehearsals in the middle of September, and we've been working on Shakespeare in class for the entirety of the term. When it closed, I was holding hands with Lord Capulet and the Nurse, crying onto the silver makeup I would never wear again. Here we were, at the end of a two month-long process, done. With a play, with any performance, the nature of the beast is that it is ephemeral. One night is never like the next, no two audiences are the same. We have many pictures, but that doesn't begin to capture the experience that we all became a part of.

In our acting class, we had to write a very long paper about Shakesperean text. Basically, how what we've studied and what we've done onstage have done for our development as actors. I've not only changed as an actor, but as a human being. I've been working, maintaining friendships and relationships, delving deeper into academia, learning how to cohabitate ... to use a cliché, I am leaving the world of G the girl behind and becoming more of G the woman.

In performance, all of my professors want to see me become more adventurous, stronger and when appropriate, more sexual. More take-charge. I am also in a job right now where I am in charge of putting on a radio show, delegating tasks and having more responsibility than I have ever had as an employee. I am beginning to see the parts of me that emerged when I was ten, the parts that I will need as a mother. I really feel this semester has been very instructive, and I owe it to everyone I've worked with. I owe credit to myself.

I've always had trouble seeing my self-worth. Like many people I know, I'm ready to put myself down and pick out flaws long before I'll ever compliment myself. But now, I feel proud of what I've accomplished. I am proud of the person I am becoming and I can't wait to keep figuring this person out.

If you read this, and you know who I am, if you've spoken to me or gotten to know me in the past few months, I thank you. You're great.

Gargle

Reposted from an old blog of mine


I tried to write some poetry last night
but the well was dry, taxed too far
I've stolen sips once in awhile
and the perfect water kept my throat wet
Tangible and tasty droplets teased my tongue
and I drank until they became grains of salt.
That was when I choked.
Some of the brine is still in my eyes
and they sting, everything is seen through a new lens.
Yet the blurred faces still make sense to me.
And I understand their smiles.
Perhaps someday my vision will clear.
Maybe I will never be thirsty.
I think I will drink my water
From another pool, this time.

The following is a proposition.

Let's be entered as a better presence. Let's be understandable and understated.