Safety Nets Make You Resentful Anyway

I’m half-way through my vacation in Chicago. I’m admittedly a little bit lonely, although I’ve been corresponding a lot with friends in Seattle. The loneliness had me a little down today.

After a loooong train ride to the Smart Museum and back, and feeling more than a little tired, I checked my email and finally got a response from the NYC group who created “I Can Has Cheezburger: The Musiclol” for the NYC Fringe Festival about a year ago. I contacted them earlier this spring about what it would take to do the show, and at last they got back to me! Also, I’m not saying what the cost would be, but it is totally reasonable.

Also, my first night was a Sunday, and that means I got to go see “Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind” at the Neo-Futurists theatre. I discovered the Neo-Futurists back when I was a sophmore in college as I was looking for internships to get me the hell out of South Carolina. I’ve admired their work ever since, and I finally finally finally got to see them in person! And, thanks to the power of the interwebs, I have Made Contact with them and might be able to get a version of Too Much Light going in Seattle. Seattle totally needs this kind of theatre, and I have a great network of people to help me start it. That said, I won’t say too much about the structure of the show, as that would be giving away the genius. If you are in the Chicago area, or you will be in Chicago in the near future, you NEEEEEED to go see these guys.

I’ve mentioned before that I don’t believe in god, but I have had an incredible run of good luck lately. This amount of good luck makes my frail human brain see patterns in the coincidences, so I feel like a lightbulb went off when I saw this blog article reposted by a theatre friend: You Might As Well Do What You Want

It’s true. I quit a cushy, well-paying job the very year the economy crashed, and have been working my way back into a survivable income range ever since. I’m fortunate enough to work in a theatre, although I’m an office bitch for an office that has nothing to do with the creative aspects of the theatre itself. But I’m still pretty lucky for a theatre artist. I make a living working for a theatre, and I get to work on productions in various capacities that I enjoy. I took myself to Chicago on my own dime, I’m seeing a lot of theatre by myself (as usual), and I’m getting some inspiration to take home. I feel like, out of all the theatre artists I know, I am the least stuck in one place. I feel like I can do whatever the hell I want. It took me a few years to get to this point, but it is a great feeling. I know my capacity for hard work, bullshit, and self-support.

Once I get home, I get to work on “Not All Clowns are Bozos III: Clowning Me Softly,” and think about what I want to do with myself next year. I put myself in a position where I had no choice but to make this thing work, and it was worth it.

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