Final Show Day
I am just about to experience my final day of two shows. How am I feeling about it? Sad. Why? I have made a really good friend AND I am sad at the idea of not being on the stage for two weeks. Even if I am ready to move on, I completely live for the stage. In many ways, it is my heartbeat and keeps me sane.
As a child, I was always working so hard to get all of the attention. I put on these dance performances when my mother had a friend over for dinner. It was never choreographed. I would simply turn on a song and dance in front of the couches. I would should my mom’s name if I saw that she had stopped watching. I felt like I was shining (I don’t know what that means, but I did feel like when I danced an unexplainable light would emit from me). I only felt that when I performed.
Many years later, it is the same. Once I get on that stage, I feel so at home. No one can give me crap for “putting on a show” because that’s exactly what I am supposed to do.
So here I am, at the final day. I think I will just live in the moment and enjoy myself.
