My friend called earlier in the week asking if I could help out with costumes and props this week. The show opens on Friday. I was more than happy to do it. We both auditioned for the same part and I'm thrilled she got it.
So.. I'm in the back dressing room, sewing, taking apart things, putting things together with people wandering to and fro. One man keeps asking me if I'd had any of the pasta. He'd made a huge pan for folks (the cast and crew) to eat. We bantered a little about it and I kept doing my stuff.
Before leaving yesterday, I made sure my hair and make up looked great, that I looked nice and arrived while everyone was coming in.
What I found rewarding was that I felt noticed, that I was noticed and that that was a very nice feeling in and of itself.
Somewhere I was reading that girls who grow up without their fathers or with issues with their fathers look to boyfriends/guys for love. That if they can't get it from the dad, they go elsewhere.
At first I thought that was hooey. After all, being in a relationship means you find love with another. Then the proverbial cherry pit hit... You find love, but not meaning (as in meaning in life) with another.
