When we were performing the final show, I didn't feel sad. It didn't feel like the end. It felt like the beginning — the beginning of a wonderful theatre career.
Now that feeling is gone.
I turn 30 in less than a week. That's not that old in "real life" terms. But for a female actor, it's practically ancient. Not that there aren't plenty of fabulous roles for women over 30. But it just brings home how many roles I'll no longer be able to play and just how fast time slips away from us. I'm almost 30, and I haven't even started trying to pursue acting professionally. How much hope is there for me?
I'll post more thoughts on the end of the show once I'm feeling a bit better emotionally.
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