As much as I’m loving performing in this show at the moment,
a big part of me will be glad when it’s over..mainly because I’ve allowed it to become a huge drain on time spent with my God and my only best friend, Jesus.
Don’t get me wrong, I love acting; the costume, learning lines, right up to the thrill of feeding off the audience responses and the relief as you deliver your last line. The stage is a place where I feel free and my true colours can be emitted under the cloak and guise of a scripted character…quite often the roles I play are actually truer to my own life than others realise.
But it makes me sad that for the duration of this week, and some leading up to it in fact, my relationship with my Lord has been somewhat neglected.
I’m desparate to put that right.
I don’t want to be a sham, and it breaks my heart just thinking about it.
Here’s to this weekend, eh!
On another note, I also miss all of you terribly, and I’m aware i’ve been little more than a spectre on here as of late. I’m sorry.