…but now I do, too!

For a year, I felt so guilty about quitting my selflessly-teaching-children job to head off on my own and do this acting/narrating thing. It just seemed so counterintuitive to making the world a better place. There are so many amazing actors, all vying for the same jobs. I’m just throwing myself into the pit, it seemed, to do something lots of other people would do if I weren’t there. As opposed to teaching preschool, where you help shape tiny people into the wonderful selves the world needs them to grow up and be. And you nurture them. And encourage them in what feeds their souls. And make sure they don’t die. And deal with their parents. And also the administration.*

But preschool teaching is not my calling, and acting/throwing ideas out into the world in their proper format is.

And I realized (for lack of a less woo woo sounding name) “that calling” is everything. I started realizing that the work I am doing to improve my craft is parallel and symbiotic to the work that evolves me into a better human being.

Since I realized that, the guilt has vanished. I’m doing what I’m supposed to.

 

 

*You all know what I’m gonna say. Teachers are gods. The least we can do is respect and pay them. There. I’m done.**

**For now.