I have a friend who lives abroad. I occasionally covet her experiences. I was just reading a letter from her, looking at photos and videos on her blog, and wondering how I ended up here, in the snow, with a sore back from shoveling and feet heavy with winter boots. I went to college on the North Shore, and friends and an acting gig kept me here. Life kept a-living, and now I'm still here. My brother just returned State-side from years abroad, traveling through innumerable countries. His pictures of the Himalayas, ancient Roman theatres, and hiking through clouds, make me twitch with a desire to be the one taking the photos and posting them for family back home to see. Yet, I am not disappointed in my decision to stay, to be present here, and I am in constant awe of what continues to come to fruition.
So, why am I here? How do I find purpose in the midst of such tension? My focus within my theatre arts degree was acting and political theatre, but the challenge of developing purposeful theatre programming within my community was- and continues to be- incredibly appealing. So, I was hired to "start a theatre program" for the YMCA of the North Shore. We are well on our way and its all very exciting, but most of all, more than anything, I am passionate about the students involved in the programming. The power of theatre to cultivate their spirits, help them find their voices and realize that their words have worth- that is the most beautifully overwhelming aspect of my job.