Month: April 2015
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
-Langston Hughes, Harlem
It is coming up on six years. Six years since I produced my very own, self-written stage play. It was a success. However, somewhere within these last six years my passion became overshadowed by fear. Fear of failure and ridicule. Fear of not being good enough or people not seeing the talent in me.
Well, I am here to say that today, I take control of my fear. Today, I become vulnerable. Today, I am jumping. I open myself to the possibility of failure. I open myself to the possibility of falling flat on my face.
More importantly, I open myself to success. I open myself to flying. I open myself to possibilities. And, finally, my need for success outweighs my fear of failing. As a middle school theatre teacher, I always set insanely high expectations for my students and help them to reach them. I always preach to them the importance of having a passion and living in it. However, I wasn’t living in mine. I enjoy teaching, but it is not my passion. Theatre is my passion. Teaching theatre is a way to stay connected to my passion while making a living. Now, I am sure that teaching theatre was part of the plan all along to get me back on track. I could no longer be such a hypocrite. I could no longer be this beacon of hope and inspiration for my students and not apply it to my own life.
For the last year, I have been working on a script. I took my time with this one. These characters had to be right. The message had to be profound and clear. And after many, many months I finished my script. It is now time to put it on the stage.
My next battle to overcome is financial. Putting on this show will cost $$. And, frankly, as a single mom and teacher, I simply cannot afford to fulfill my dreams on my own. I have always felt it was necessary to pursue my dreams not just for me, but for my son. I wanted him to see me fail and then valiantly pulling myself up. I want him to truly believe that because mommy do it, it is absolutely possibly for him to accomplish any goal he sets for himself.
If you click here you can read up on how much this play means to me. You can see for yourself what the play is about and how you can be part of something great. Please take the time to read my story. And if you believe in me, become a part of this project.
My dream is no longer on deferment. My time is now!