OnStage Massachusetts Columnist
“Take your broken heart, make it into art.” The key phrase that most people took away from Meryl Streep’s acceptance speech at the Golden Globes this past Sunday night. What she said is literary something I do on a daily basis. From theater rehearsals, to dance practice to putting pen to paper. I find a way to be creative in as many aspects of my life but more importantly these things make me feel better when I feel like I am losing control.
I refer to my dance classes as therapy. That for two hours each week I don’t have to think about anything except what the next step in the routine is and of course have a few laughs. The same goes to theater. The theater heals and helps people like me have a since of belonging somewhere. Becoming a part of my local community theater a little more than two years ago was one of the best decisions that I have ever made. Theater was there for me through some tough times and the theater has helped heal in ways I didn’t think were ever possible. I now have a place of belonging and have made some awesome friends.
However there are days when I don’t have dance class or a theater rehearsal to attend, so what do I do then? That’s when I write. I should say that I write all of the time. In happy, sad, and in madding times, I am always writing. But, most importantly I write when I don’t know what else to do. I write to clear my head, and I write because I have to. Writing is in my blood and is a part of who I am. And as much as I love theater and dance, writing is my main art form. When things in life feel like they are getting out of hand, I take a step back pull out paper and pen and write until I feel better.
In some ways my broken heart has turned in to art that other people have seen, but in most cases I let the art that is created stay inside my notebook. However, this particular blog post is one of those pieces of art that others will get to see. Today wasn’t my best day, I had been running late, my work day was long and busy and for most of the afternoon I felt like I just couldn’t win. But then I left work and went to rehearsal. I met some of the new cast and received answers so that I can start on some fun and creative props this week. I came home from rehearsal inspired and rejuvenated. I was able to organize my long to do list, get started on some projects and write this blog.
I also realized tonight that writing, dance and theater existed before I was born and will live on long after I am gone. A lot of people have had times where they were down on their luck so they used that to propel themselves forward and make beautiful art. And now I will do the same, continue to use art to heal my broken heart.