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I’ve been in a self-labeled Creative Depression since Shelter in Place order hit my county since March 17. Felt guilt about doing things that made me “happy” when so many lives were negatively affected by this pandemic. Survivor’s Guilt. It’s something I was just getting over since my heart attack – being able to live while others couldn’t. So I haven’t been able to write, tweet here, or create because of it. But then something theatrical happened… A friend asked me to be a reader for a stage reading of The Tempest over Zoom. I was SO INSPIRED by the life everyone poured into their characters that I couldn’t help to get caught up in their energy! I found myself enunciating every word of the Bard’s take and -trusted myself to live in the moment when a fellow actor started to rap a part of a song and I followed suit. I feared that connection would be lost over Zoom, but it was STILL there. So grateful to finally snap out of this funk while still acknowledging the craziness around us. So I’m slowly coming back to who I was and grateful that theatre helped to bring me back to me.
