It’s so easy to quit. Especially now that I have some semblance of financial stability. Seriously though, why do I need to keep chasing after this pipe dream of being a playwright when the possibility of being good in another field is there? That’s my conundrum du jour. In short, I’m confused about life and where I for in it. Is this the definition of mid-life crisis? Is this a crisis? It certainly feels like it. It’s not like a 20s or 30s crisis because I’m comfortable and not thinking of the hyperbolic, this is the end of the world if I don’t make a change kind of deal. It’s more like, what do I want out of life?
On the writing tip though, I’ve been asking, is this goal of being a playwright worth it if I don’t feel like I’m good enough? Well, of course this begs the question of, what is the enough to be good at? Which leads to the ultimate question: what is MY definition of success? What is the objective measure of unit that will be used to measure success? I think I’ve narrowed down these measureable goals to be: number of produced plays and the location of where work is seen.
Well. Shit. That kinda cleared up my dilemma. And the subjective goal of, “Is my work good enough?” can be answered by the quantifiable goals above.
Lol. Here I was thinking and feeling like a madman for the last couple of days (talking this through in my head and out loud to myself while walking on busy streets) when the solution was right there.
Next step: write down how to make this happen!