The second time I attempted to join a community college acting class recently, my whole being reacted again to reject the environment I was experiencing as a prospective venue for my personal growth and expansion.
The message pounding in my fight-or-flight response to unregulated youths’ allowed overstim of my senses was, “Get me the heck out of here! I am a writer!”
It’s interesting that I did not get this same panic-pinging from the community adult theater teacher’s class – perhaps because she cultivated an adult creative atmosphere which included space and time for my finding my own way to adapt myself to it.
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