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Setting The Stage.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Oct 7, 2021
  • 1 min read

We all need boundaries. We all need to feel safe in our spaces. So we set the stage. Organize the cast. Review everyone's role. Read over the script, but then, sometimes, something else happens. Once we cry out, ACTION, we nervously hope all of the actors stick to their lines, their characters, hit their marks. Follow the callsheet. We trust that this will come to fruition. But this doesn't always come to pass. Lately, for me, my play has been completely off script. In a totally different theater. And this is what can happen in life, as it does so often. We prepare for what we want to happen, or think will happen, and things go awry. The manuscript thrown totally out of the window,. Sometimes this is due to jovial reasons. An impromptu comedy. Other times,this pivot occurs because the people we have trusted to do what we had expected, don't due to their own agendas. Ones which don't always line up with ours. It is then we need to ask ourselves if we need new actors for the roles. Call up the understudies, of which there are no shortages. A large number willing to slide in and to take on a leading role. Often times we replace those major actors because it's the only way for the show to go on. And it will. With or without the original cast members. But definitely with willing, eager and excited new members. Xoxo, C.

 
 
 

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