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“Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.” -Anne Lamott

If you are gifted, like I am, to live a life driven by passion you may forget, as I have, to get still. You may forget that even if you get to do the work you love, it’s still work. It takes energy.

This image pulls me in a few different directions. The stillness is important. Out of that we make the best decisions.

I can’t overlook the technology either. When I started on this journey there was no internet. No real computer access. We’d go to the library and have a librarian help us use a computer or get a 1G floppy disk system which was really a fancy typewriter.

Think about that for a minute.

My generation is the bridge between the industrial age and the information age. It’s an interesting place to dwell.

I remember printing my own tickets. Tracking my own box office in a binder. Working at the box office in Petrucci’s Dinner theatre which was complete driven by an index card system. Index cards holding the information of each audience member, including their assigned seat and dinner preference.

I remember Woolly Mammoth and the Studio Theatre with rooms full of chain smoking people calling around the clock to get people to subscribe.

The only time I had an empty seat when I managed the balcony at the Dinner Theatre was when a patron died. Literally. I called before the show went up to see if I should hold her steak and her son said she had died. That’s how dedicated people were to seeing theatre. It was a part of the fabric of their life.

For the first time we are seeing a generation never exposed to live theatre. It’s inhuman.

I wondered if I’d ever be able to run a credit card or pay someone to work any job at all at my own company, even a stipend. I knew I’d have my own company but I didn’t know how or when. I only knew passion. And I’m thankful for it.

Everything was printed. No electronic files. Can you even imagine it now?

I had printed press releases for Daughters of Molly Maguire. We broke the musicians away from the rest of the cast months before we opened and they toured every Irish Pub in DC. Or nearly. At Nannie O’Brians an intern from the Anthracite Heritage Museum happened to be there that night. Happened to pick up the press release. Happened to lay it on the desk of the Museum Director in Scranton.

All of this led to touring and publication.

Imagine it.

Connections.

Theatre has always been about connections. And now we stand in this new place of information and transparency. So much information. Such ugly truths revealed. So much ignorance and such a disconnect. But from all of this will evolve something else.

I’m excited about that.

I’m excited that I can take my office with me to a marina. I’m excited that my team has access to any document at any time and no one has to cram into the office in my house anymore. Can you imagine?

Coffee shops with internet connectivity.

I never imagined it!

I’m excited.

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