In therapy this week, I felt something deep,like a voice from childhood. Someone telling me to wait. Study and prepare. Or risk the humiliation. And all of a sudden I wasn’t there for humorous fodder for Facebook but because I needed it. Two years since my divorce, my going to New Zealand, and my coming back to New York, and I’m still in retreat, waiting, studying and preparing.
I put on some 70s funk music on Spotify. And the music tells me, in this funkiest way possible, that there is no humiliation in acting. There is no humiliation. There is no humiliation. Acting only brings joy to the world, not only for you, but for everyone else. You’re not here on Earth to think. You’re here to act.
I need to act. Don’t think. Just act. Start small.