Stories of...Brooklyn

I’m gonna confess a dirty little secret. Don’t tell anyone, okay? The word starts with v and it rhymes with masturbation. 

It’s a bit like a high. With it, the highs are high, and without it, it’s low. You quietly hope it’ll always be there but it’s an unreliable fix.


We started our first week of rehearsals. Everyone is brilliant. And generous. I’m learning so much. It’s a masterclass in acting and creating. 

                          And yet. 

There’s a discomfort when you’re being challenged. 
It beats on your self image and nourishes your mind. 
Your ego fights to preserve itself. It hasn’t yet caught up to what you’re becoming. 
It’s a bit like outgrowing your favorite pair of shoes. It’s tattered, the laces are dirt, and it aches at your toes, but it feels disrespectful to throw them away. These favorite shoes that have held you and taken you so far. 


I call this growing pains. That’s how I know I’ve arrived somewhere good. 

                                                                   
                                                                     Validation 
​Twice as good when it comes from others and not nearly as satisfysing when it comes from myself. 


                                                                                                                                              Stories of Brooklyn 
                                                                                                                                          Friday January 7, 2022