Postpartum

And with that comes separation from something meaningful. That is, of course, assuming you made it meaningful. The more I invest in something the harder the separation is. Sure, I’m usually ready to move on when I finish something big — that’s not the separation I’m talking about.

Putting my heart and soul into something is hard, emotionally complex and connected. It’s that connection that I love. It’s the emotional charge that makes me feel a part of life and creativity. It’s rush of solving challenges that feeds a big part of me.

I’m about to finish a 9 month program on directing for stage and screen at the UW. The class has been fantastic. Richly experienced instructors + students who are smart and already established in aspects of theatre or film made for a stimulating and enriching environment. I’ve met new friends who I want to keep in touch with (and collaborate with). Ending the class means I’ve finished my final project. So much finality coming together in one place.

I’m sad. It has meant so much to me and my journey into story.

Now what?

I’m sitting here holding my lizard brain and assuring it that this ending is OK. (It doesn’t believe me). The secret, I think is to first allow TLB a little time to be sad. A short time to acknowledge the passing of a milestone.

OK, time’s up.

Now it’s time to jump further off the cliff and leave the safety and push of the educational structure. It’s time to take on a new project and throw all my new found chops at it. Time to find more collaborators for the growing circle.

Where did I put that script?