It's almost time to go to class, and I feel like throwing up. Arghh, that’s familiar. What will this evening be like? Who will be there and what will be up for them? More importantly, what will be up for me?? Will I be present to what’s going on in my emotional life tonight? Will I be able to express it--or will I even want to go there? Will I be open to being that vulnerable? When I’m up and the emotions are flowing I feel naked . . . that’s the ick factor. The rewards for going there? That's the yum.
Among other things, I have come out of this workshop with a tremendous amount of respect for actors committed to the craft. I stand in awe. I salute the deep humanity of the profession--and the colossal cojones needed to do it well. And now it's time to gather up my relatively small cojones and ease on down the road.
An update—I’m back. It was another intensely emotional ride for me. The workshop in Portland is ongoing, and joining is now a possibility. Oh . . . the horror! Stay tuned.