I work in theater. I’m in the business of making art. But anyone who knows me will tell you that my greatest skill is communication. I’m good at writing emails, using my hands, words and face to express what is going well and what isn’t. I’m not perfect at it, I’m not even close to being one of the best. But I’m good at it.
I’m good at making people feel wanted, feel loved, comfortable, free to be themselves.
Free to have flaws, questions, comments, concerns. Fears, bad memories.
Cheesy as it sounds, sometimes I think that the only real art I can make on my own is the art of loving people and making them feel accepted. Maybe that’s the true art in communicating.
And maybe it’s why I’ve been craving a creative outlet since my last relationship ended. Maybe that’s why I’ve felt so unable to make anything beautiful.