Where Acting and Real Life Meet

Remember several blogs back when I shared 

about an acting gig where I felt therapy came to me?  Well we worked again.  It was a scene with my actor ‘son’ and the man who was intervening and me.  My ‘son’ and I talked and cried during a scene.  I had real anxiety to do this scene.  The actor is actually 32, older than my real life son.  The actor is also a parent and can see the challenges on both ends.  He cried.  I cried.  He recognized that even if I ‘the Mom’ didn’t always know what to do, I did love him.  In the scene, it suggested we would repair our relationship.  We were going to have dinners together and each go to counseling.  In the scene, the actor ‘son’ and I were able to get further than my real life son and I have been able to get so far. 

There is so much heartbreak.  Life is hard, but I hope I live a long time 

and that my real life son and I see the sunrise again. 

When we were done with the scene, I told the actor that his pain feels so 

real to me and makes it easy to react to.  He assured me his pain is real.  We shared personal stuff.  Acting is so much more real than many realize.  This actor is so good because he can access his pain, his love, and other feelings.

Emotionally, it is exhausting and exhilarating.  I actually had a couple of 

positive dreams since then.  Life is full of surprises in terms of what will help healing happen and where it will come from.

The comedy show I did in Brooklyn – the audience, which was small in size, 

made up for it in spirit.  I had fun.  A former co-worker, Meghan, attended with her partner, Dave.  I like both of them.  We hung out afterwards and talked about many things.  It is comforting to be with people who feel to me like they are on the same planet as I am.  It helped me to talk about the job where I was kicked to the curb.  It always helps to talk to people who can see.  Talking to the willfully blind is just frustrating and angering.

I’ve been hearing from former students via email, texts, and phonecalls.  I 

sent some a comedy clip.  One wrote me back that she didn’t know I had it in me.  LOLOL  Another wrote me back that he was sad.  Some students just don’t get why some of the best teachers and the counselor were let go.  That’s because it doesn’t make actual sense. 

Even if I weren’t let go, I know I wouldn’t be able to tolerate the new 

sheriff in town and her deputy.  I am welcoming whatever my next chapter holds for me.