Girly-Girl Goes Experimental

Somehow I've fallen more than once into the throes of an experimental theater production. They just seem to find me. For this last show, upon the first rehearsal, the director requested I wear "comfortable" clothing. Oh, no, this sounds like work, I think! And, I have to admit, after the laborious movement exercises, I was a little sore the next day (which feels good, I talked myself into thinking!).

But what used to truly frighten me when I was younger, now liberates me, and I find freedom in experimental performances. And I feel just as proud of the use of creativity as I would doing any normal, kitchen-sink drama.

And now it's over. And nothing feels better than a well-deserved mani/pedi!