This is what it felt like.
So I did something the other day.
I made my stage debut. On a real stage. Performing a solo show I wrote, myself.
Well, I performed part of it. There are three parts and I performed the long middle part.
It was a comedy. People laughed.
My known-to-be-hard teacher told me I did a really good job. That I really made a connection with the audience. That he was pleased.
I could tell he was a little surprised, too, because, well, it WAS my first time. He had no idea what to expect. Certainly not what he saw.
I loved every minute. The lights hit me and I was off to the races. It wasn’t a perfect performance but it was good.
No stage fright. I think it was because I was so well-rehearsed. I had worked very hard on this all-consuming show. I set new goals and I met them.
My parents featured prominently and, to be honest, in death as in life, my mother was everyone’s favorite character.
I plan to perform another section in December. And then it will take me about a year to shape up the entire show, which is probably about an hour and 20 minutes. And to memorize it. Because THAT was the hardest part for me. And then, I am going to start performing it around. Who knows, maybe in your town.
Yes, I set newer goals.
Oh, did I mention that I am 71?
It’s never too late to set new goals and dream new dreams. And to make them all come true.
I’m living proof.