What a ride! Last night was the premiere of the show that I have been producing for the past two months with Director, Greg Serebuoh. He so elegantly captured the emotion involved in watching something you’ve literally breathed life into be born in his Facebook post this morning. Now, it’s my turn to ruminate on/after/about last night’s premiere of Transformatique:
Overflowing with love for the people I’ve touched yet more importantly for the people who’ve touched me, the moments (those never ending moments) of struggle that have made MY life worthwhile, the joy of creation and the joy of destruction (for aren’t they both just two sides of the same coin?). We give and we get, we teach and we learn, we ebb and we flow, we fail and we succeed. And yes, I love a comma-splice…I’ve never cared much for arbitrary rules.
A failure teetering on the brink of success, and a success laying precipitously close to the edge, it’s all made up anyways so who cares which way it goes. People are too busy being concerned with how they appear to others to actually be concerned with which way my life happens to be trending.
Last night I was reminded of the power of standing in and speaking your truth, all of it. Last night I was reminded that no one wins, if everyone doesn’t win. Last night I was reminded that it takes more balls to reveal yourself than it does to simply sit in the stands and watch others play with theirs. Life is a game, and I wasn’t born to be a spectator. I suspect that you weren’t either.
What’s that saying, opinions are like assholes, everyone’s got one? Maybe that’s why there are more observers, more commentators, more people in the stands than creators in this world. Not because life is unfair, or life is unjust or because it is much easier to consume other’s ideas than to create your own, but because maybe (just maybe) there is too much fear going on inside our heads. Fear of the unknown, fear of the judgement of others, fear of that nameless dread that makes us do perfunctory things, in perfunctory ways, all the while forgetting why in the first place we ever started doing them…and yes, I love a sentence fragment too.
Grammatical sentence structure aside (comma-splices and fragments included), I love those misfit toys, those happy boys (and gals), those out-of-the-box thinkers, those moment makers who reveal something about life, which most people never dare reveal. The performance last night accomplished just that. Bravo!
I’m grateful to all our performers, collaborators, crew and audience last night at Dixon Place, a little comma-splice here and a little fragment there…you all make life worthwhile. #fuckingblessed #love