Author: Jackie Pick

Jackie Pick is a former teacher and current writer living in the Chicago area. She is a contributing author to multiple anthologies, including Multiples Illuminated, So Glad They Told Me: Women Get Real about Motherhood, Here in the Middle, as well as the and the literary magazines The Sun and Selfish. She received Honorable Mention from the Mark Twain House and Museum for her entry in the Royal Nonesuch Humor Writing Competition. Jackie is a contributing writer at Humor Outcasts, and her essays have been featured on various online sites including McSweeney's, Belladonna Comedy, Mamalode, The HerStories Project, and Scary Mommy. A graduate of the University of Chicago and Northwestern University, Jackie is co-creator and co-writer of the award-winning short film Fixed Up, and a proud member of the 2017 Chicago cast of Listen To Your Mother.

Boo on me. Attitude Reset. Yay!

Going around the internet is the Theater Code of Ethics. Since I rub elbows a lot with theater types here in Chicago, it’s been shared quite a lot in my circle.

It’s a phenomenal reminder of the Way I Believe It Should Be.

I wonder if I’ve broken this code by processing my experiences here. Possibly. I hope not. But I do need to be open to the possibility that I’ve knocked the World I Love.

I *have* let disappointments dampen my enthusiasm. I am so glad she put that on her list.

Something to think about…I would hate most of all to feel I’ve been disrespectful to the art forms that feed my passion and fury by writing.

Another reminder to get my head out of my own butt and be grateful.

I have been part of so much good. I have felt the buzz.  I have participated in some amazing projects. I’ve let my ego get in the way. I’ve let my feelings get hurt. I’ve pointed like a teenager and said, to myself, “That’s not fair!”

For the love of all that is theatrical, that’s a drag.

I explained to a friend the other day that this blog has been many things to me. Of late, it has been a place to process the darker feelings. I forget sometimes that it’s “out there.”  I forget that the good feelings that I usually land on need to be shared, too.

Good head check and a thump on my own head to be the change I want to see and to exemplify the best theater can be.