When the theatre season concluded just over a month ago in May, I must admit to breathing a sigh of relief. I was TIRED. In the past 14 months, I purchased a foreclosed townhouse (which used to be owned by crack addicts), fixed it with a lot of help from my friends, moved myself and both of my daughters into it, finalized a divorce, and started a new job. I also directed two plays and oversaw the production of a third. Honestly, tired doesn't begin to cover it.
It's always bittersweet closing a play, and closing Orpheus Goes to Hadestown was no different. I poured myself into it relentlessly; it was my baby, and when the last curtain call happened, my eyes were wet. But then I went home and slept like it was my job. Seriously, it wasn't resting, it was a coma. I woke up in the post-production funk I always experience the next morning and thought, It's gonna be a long time before I feel like doing this again.
Yep. Six weeks was all I could last. And after 4 weeks I was already reading scripts, sketching out production ideas, discussing new strategic initiatives with the Board. Keep in mind, Bards is the job I do FOR FREE. Wait, let me back up. Bards of Birmingham is the job I PAY to do. I actually have LESS money in my bank account because I do Bards than I would if I had a saner hobby, like skydiving. I have to work full time to pay my bills and THEN put plays together after I get home for the day.
I think I may have a problem.
But as far as I can tell, there's not really a 12-step program for someone who obsesses about staging Shakespeare with kids, whose fondest dream is to do a trifecta of Shakespeare plays over the summer next year covering the ENTIRETY of the Wars of the Roses, who waits for costume patterns to go on sale and then buys 20 of them so she'll be ready when it's time to costume the next play.
To be completely honest, I'm not sure that I would seek help if there were such a program. Because I enjoy the heck out of my dysfunction. The best cure for a bad day at work is showing up to rehearsal and having an 11-year-old kid say something that you never once in a million years saw coming, or seeing that child who has required a great deal of energy that you didn't have to give finally GET IT. If I am an addict, not only is this my drug of choice, it's one I can't imagine giving up.
So, my name is Laura, and I'm an addict,. And I plan on staying that way for a very long time.