I miss acting. Theater. Theatre. Performing.
I miss figuring a character out, getting inside her head. Putting the puzzle pieces together to construct the perfect presentation of a fake person.
I miss becoming other people. I miss the drama, the energy, and the fun.
I miss highlighting my lines, and memorizing them to a T.
I miss playing with dialects, accents, and word choices.
I miss creating a person, and the having the pleasure of becoming that person.
Will I ever do this again? I’m not sure.
I dream of it. Yearn. Long to perform and entertain.
As my body grows older, my spirit grows restless, straining more against the confines of normalcy.
I miss me.