I miss the theatre.

Today, Katie and I watched the Young Playwright’s Showcase that was a part of the Theatreworks New Works Festival and it made me wish that I had opted to participate in some kind of playwriting workshop/competition when I was in high school.

It made me wish that I had more time to give to theatre in my life, that I could attend open auditions with the confidence that my regular full-time and wonderful job wouldn’t get in the way.

Tonight, we also watched four episodes of Slings and Arrows, one of the best TV shows ever.  And it made me miss being a part of that crazy experiment that putting on a live show is.

I want to do improv in the streets, reenact Shakespeare on the lawn, write an original one-act in 24 hours and have it staged by people who have never acted before.  I want to capture that magic within the confines of my 10-6 (and sometimes later) job and home life and have it be part of a delicate balance, but theatre isn’t really like that.  Theatre consumes you, it becomes more than just a simple piece of your life puzzle.

But maybe that’s just sad, defeatist talk.  Maybe I just haven’t found that magical place on the spectrum yet where I actually can have everything I want.