Okay, okay, I surrender. Fringe festival: 1; silly, negative, worrisome, time-and-energy-wasting thoughts: 0. Before I took this week off I was in a pretty low place, but I’ve seen ten plays in the last seven days that have all somehow led me back toward, and onto the path upon which I want to stay.
I began it with two very different shows; one put on by a group of friends of mine who I look forward to seeing so much every year, which had me laughing out loud. Another, a performance poet, a veritable connoisseur of the English language, left me thoroughly entertained for the sixty minutes in his presence, and thoroughly reflective in the subsequent couple of hours.
In the week, I saw what I can only describe as my favourite performance in my five year Fringing history. Moving Along was remarkable; hilarious, sad, inspiring, disturbing, though-provoking and encouraging. A man who never moved from an electric chair controlled a series of spotlights surrounding him, accentuating and punctuating his tales. The message was clear: life can take an incredible number of twists and turns, but we all only have a finite amount of time here on this earth, and so often it’s taken for granted. Incredible show, and I was left feeling totally renewed, uplifted, and ready to take on the world.
I saw a love story in which one character told the story of her relationship from the breakup backwards; the other told the story of his from the moment they met, forwards. They met in the middle and I had more than a tear, while I heard someone behind me sobbing her heart out. I spent some quality time with my parents enjoying a laugh-a-minute tale of one man’s career as a psych nurse in the mental institutions of Great Britain, walking out humming the impromptu musical number, “it could be worse, it could be worse, it’s not time for the hearse” feeling positively happy to have spent a week enjoying such talent, and having people I love to share it all with.
Somehow, almost every show I’ve seen has invigorated me, made me think about what’s really important. I realised I do only have a set amount of time, a set amount of energy, and why would I want to waste that beating myself up and missing out on life? I’m off now to see a show that’s selling out and even has Kleenex stations set up, followed by another weekend of friends, positive energy and creativity.
I’ve wasted so much time recently… and this week’s been a complete wake-up call. I feel like I’ve done a complete 180, and I can’t wait to get back into how things were really meant to be. 🙂