Auditions begin today for the Spring production I'm directing. I'm excited. It is already seeming as if it will be different than I originally intended, but I'm thankful for the opportunity to trust and improvise. At some point I just want to stop digging in my heels every time something goes other than planned. I'm sick of sore heels. I want to enjoy opportunities as they are, not as my expectations think they ought to be.
A darling thing happened yesterday in the midst of audition preparations. Parents call or email to set up auditions for their children, and as I was checking voice mail yesterday I got a particularly amusing message. It was at least 5 minutes long and from a grandmother with a thick, sophisticated accent. I could hear the granddaughter in the background, growing ever more embarrassed by the moment. The grandmother spoke
very articulately about wanting to talk to me and learn more about our theatre programming. She also spend several minutes trying to interpret her granddaughter's email address until finally giving up- "I can't read her handwriting. I'm sorry about this."
Then, last night I received an email from said grandmother:
"Right now you are probably rolling your eyes, while mumbling..'not her again' ! ... My 13 year old grand daughter (who by now is thoroughly embarassed for her 'grandmothers way of doing things') is interested in auditioning..."
I loved this entire exchange, and I told the grandmother so in my response email. I am thankful to see students with families and extended families willing to leave 5 minute long messages just to get their child signed up for a theatre audition. I'm thankful for this grandmother demonstrating, in this simple, small way, that one can graciously accept a shift in plans. It was obvious she hadn't planned to leave a message. It was clear she is not well acquainted with email. Still, she persisted.
Here's to persistance, my friends. Happy Friday.
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