Hello, my friends–
I did an excellent job of procrastinating when it came to writing this particular post. And I know why. I didn’t want to describe the anguish I’ve been feeling for the last week over things just not working out as planned. My dream of putting on a play this spring with a group of local kids just…dissolved. Despite my best recruiting efforts and four successful shows in the past, I didn’t get enough sign-ups for a play production this time around. The primary challenge being that too many families had too much on their plate already and couldn’t commit to the rehearsal schedule. It’s understandable.
So, I spent my week breaking the news to parents who had signed up their kids, people who had generously offered scholarships, folks who had planned on turning up the thermostat in the stage hall, etc.. I found myself saying things like, “Yes, I’m very sorry, too” and “No, I don’t need anything, but thank you for your support.” It was a humbling, rather heartbreaking experience, but as life devastations go, I realize it isn’t one.
Sometimes, things just don’t work out. At least not the way we planned. And I know this is where having a little faith in the greater universe can help. It clearly wasn’t the time for a play. But maybe it was time for me to have another script written. Right now, I’m sitting on a strong rough draft that I wouldn’t have been motivated to write otherwise. Maybe the perfect cast for it is destined to happen this summer…or next spring…or next summer. Perhaps there’s some other project/plan/fate in the works for me that will reveal itself soon enough. Having a little faith in a bigger, unknown plan is the way to go here, I think.
And a final thought: if we never hoped or dreamed for things at the risk of being disappointed and heartbroken later, how boring would that be? Life would be an empty stage. Better to have wished on a play than to have wished on nothing at all. Right?