Leaving Texas... kind of...
My body may have left Texas, but my mind hasn’t. Has anyone else had the experience of making a new friend after high school and wondering how in the world you’re going to explain yourself? How do you get someone to understand all the things that went into making you who you are now? My life in Texas didn’t end the way it was supposed to and I’m left wondering how to understand this narrative of my life? How can I trust that everything about me makes sense? One of the first things I did on returning to Phoenix was attend my friend Monica’s wedding where I sat at a table comprised of 3 couples, and me. They were all artists of some kind: actors, singers, writers, directors, theatre company owners, and me. I was none of those things. “You’re an art lover,” Shelby said. I am an art lover. But I wasn’t an artist. So when Shelby and Brian offered me the chance to be apart of Brelby, I was very reluctant. What could I possibly offer a theater company made up of people with so mu...