Listen to Your Mother Chicago was over two weeks ago, and the national program ended this past weekend.
I find myself struggling to put into words all that this experience meant, from auditioning a year ago (read all about that here), to not making it, to seeing the show last year, to redoubling my efforts this year, to auditioning again, making the cast, rehearsing, and finally putting on this show on May 7.
The only words I feel are close to adequate are “life-changing.” Anything beyond that is like trying to paint the wind.
I wish I were a composer or a painter or a sculptor because it all seems too big for the words I have right now. Or maybe I just need to grow my words, using time and distance to nurture and tend to them.
Someday, the words will come.
For now, I have tremendous…
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