The beginning of what I consider my current life all started back in June 1997. I was auditioning for a show at a local theatre. I was 24 years old. This man walks up and sits down next to me and strikes up a conversation, not knowing at the time that this man experienced, what he calls, love at first sight. Two and a half years later, after a long and close friendship, we become a couple. We met in the theatre, fell in love in the theatre, even shared our first kiss in the theatre. In 2001, this man proposes to me...onstage after our curtain call, in front of the audience! In 2002, we get married...you guessed it...onstage, in a theatre.
My husband is an actor/director/designer. He makes his full-time living in the theatre while I just consider it a hobby. He actually holds three theatre jobs that keep him quite busy, especially evenings and weekends. When we first started discussing adopting a child, I knew that my time on stage would be severely limited. With his schedule, I knew the brunt of the child-rearing would fall to me, and I was happy and ready to do it. But I knew that I could never really give up performing. Once you become a performer, it becomes a part of you, a sometimes weird, sick need to get up in front of others and bare your heart and soul, and become vulnerable to the hundreds of people watching.
I've never quite understood my motivation to become a performer. Perhaps it was to keep up with my talented older sisters. Perhaps it was to force myself out of the shell I'd put around myself growing up. Perhaps it was to prove to those naysayers in my childhood that I was actually worth something, could be something. Whatever the reason, I'm glad I did.
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