Oh, hello there-
I write this note all comfy and cozy in my sweats, in my new flat in Stratford, Ontario. I've been a resident of this wonderful little city for nearly a month now, and it has been tremendously fun and surprisingly easy to adapt to the place.
Granted, my mind and body have been kept actively busy, and so I haven't really had time to miss Winnipeg (though being away from Liz - and the little Bump - has been a tad challenging.)
The training at the Festival's Birmingham Conservatory for Classical Theatre is vigorous - in fact, more vigorous than what I experienced at LAMDA; because it feels more personal, and more guided towards the professional discipline of acting (rather than the educational discipline of the craft) - indeed, I'm not in a school over here. I'm being paid to train in the ways they do things here. More specifically, in the ways Martha Henry sees fit! (She's amazing).
This is work. It's my job.
I've been training with a group of 10 young actors of diverse backgrounds - both culturally and professionally; a stupidly talented group. It's actually terrifying just how bleeding good these people are.
I feel like there's much to be shared with you, though I sit here and don't even know where to begin or what to say exactly...so I will leave you with this: the only way one can ever feel wholeheartedly fulfilled in this life is by following his/her passions in a way that there is never any fear of embarrassment.
But you know that already.