Week 2: Inspiration - The Long Walk Home

As I walked home from rehearsal last night, my mind was racing. Rehearsal did not go well, for a number of reasons, and so I was in my head thinking about what I could do better, what I would do tomorrow, what are the things I could fix. I was down on myself, and focusing on all the problems. I was also stuck thinking about very literal, very pragmatic things. And I overall felt stuck and in this cycle of knowing things I don’t do well, but not knowing how to improve them. As such, I was mostly looking at the ground, and of course not in a great mood. I felt myself in this downward spiral, and took a breath to try to clear my head and get a moment to look at the stars. Of course, where I was, there really weren’t stars— there were several buildings, and the lamps along the walkways made it hard to see past. But then I noticed the lamp in a new way. The way it was this small contained object, emitting this powerful, almost blinding light. It reflected a beautiful, surreal green on the leaves just behind it. The tree almost looked cartoon, the leaves were so bright, and the crooked bending of the branches with its multiple colors seemed so beautiful it had to be created. And in that moment, I felt a little bit better. There was this beacon in the dark, helping guide me home. This tiny little container let out such a powerful light, it light up the walkway and the tree and was almost shocking how powerful it was. And it made the tree so beautiful and theatrical and intriguing and enchanting. And these ideas hit me in an unexpected way. I breathed a big sigh, and continued home. I was inspired by this beacon of light in the literal darkness, that gave me hope in a moment of feeling powerless. It lit things up around it with its own small but mighty force, and reminded me I had that power too. It was strong and bright and pure, determined to continue on. It was much needed inspiration after a very long week.