Next week, the lesson will be about performance technique. I think. Maybe. I'm not sure. I agreed to act in an evening of "immersion theatre." I'd love to tell you more about it, but (a) that's all I know, and (b) I signed a lengthy contract that swears me to silence.
And this is where the lessons begin. I am perfectly happy that I know nothing about the format or plot of the "show" I will be in. In fact, the less I know, the less I can wonder whether I will do a good job. I'll just go with the flow.
What do you suppose the lessons will be? Will I come away a better actor, a more seasoned adlibber, improved in my interpersonal skills? Will I care if I make a fool of myself? Will I love it so much I'll want to do it again? Or will I be disappointed? Will the highlight of the evening be navigating a new city via public transportation?
I don't know what to expect, and it doesn't matter. Whatever it is will be perfect. It is the guarantee of every day we wake up: We never know what will happen, and we can bet it's exactly what we need.
Life has provided a new situation for me to act my way through (literally, this time). It will be a stretch, and I intend to give it a go.
How have you stretched today??