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FrogTown Diva

FrogTown Diva
Toledo, Ohio, USA
September 23
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Observations From the Swamp Many folks think we live in the nether regions of the earth here in Toledo, Ohio. However, Toledo is the birthplace of jazz great, Art Tatum, not to mention many other distinguished and accomplished AfrAms (African-Americans) who often remain unheralded and unrecognized in their home town. This swamp is a petrie dish swarming with undiscovered talent that the world may never know because there are too many slimey creatures down here in the swamp pulling down anyone who tries to climb out and come out into the warmth of the sun. This diva climbed into the swamp with one purpose - to rid the world of slime!

MAY 23, 2012 6:12AM

There's a big difference between a job and a calling

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Leaving for Columbus after the meeting this morning. Haven't packed anything. So I'm up early this morning getting things together. Yesterday sucked me dry.
Had a 47-minute conversation with my supervisor last night who called after I sent her an email detailing my grievances.
As I suspected, my team leader complained that I wasn't getting things in to her on time. The only dates she's given me are the dates when things are due, making me think I have more time to get things done.
We agreed that I need her to tell me when she needs the lessons, not when it's due. Also she complained that I don't give enough detail, but I was writing my lesson according to the way the template was written, with just the name of the activity, and no one told me I needed to spell it out.
I thought all I needed was to attach the activity sheet when the lesson is actually done. Then, on the other hand, I write too much content and don't leave things open to exploration.
Actually, all my activities ar self-instructing with the scientist making sure everyone is understanding the concepts and giving assistance when needed. But they want the teachers to do pre-school activities and have a science professor use them to teach them science concepts.
So, in other words, I suck. Who cares? I won't be working sixty plus hours finding activities and experiments again. I really just want to put in the minimal effort like everyone else, creating simple drivel instead of real curriculum. If that's what they want, that's what they'll get.
It's just a job. The less time I spend creating lessons that are going to be changed,, the more time I'll have for my course work and the writing I do well. Plays.
I have always gotten good feedback from my plays. Always. That's what I do best. So why am I not writing plays for a living? That's a good question.
I'm not depressed, just feeling hopeless, trying to figure out what purpose all of the stuff I'm going through serves. For a moment I felt completely useless until I started remembering…
The standing ovations for "The Race" in Wichita, Kansas. The Kool Achievement Award for B.R.AIDS. The rave reviews a scene from that play and my monologue about Sojourner Truth the dramaturgs gave in their critiques at the Chicago Dramatist Workshop. The children riveted to their seats and my friend, Kelly's effusive praise following the debut of "Moses at Gethsemane" at the Kent Branch Library here in Toledo. And the sight of grown, young, black men crying as newly freed mother and son were reunited at the end of "Juneteenth" at the Toledo Museum of Art's first celebration of the holiday.
And I know I have worth. I create art. I bring characters to life on stage. I make people laugh and cry and think. I may not be able to write a lesson plan to the confusingly nebulous specifications of people that don't know the difference between theater and theatre. But I can write words that when spoken on stage touch people's hearts.
That's all I've ever wanted to do and what God put me here to do. So, why am I not doing it? I want to, but I couldn't pay my bills for three months with the money the theatre has paid me in 38 years of writing, acting, directing, and producing. Theatre is not just art. It's also business. Time for me to start minding my business.
Somehow, some way, before I leave this planet I'm going to do what God sent me here to do.
Otherwise, what was my reason for ever being here?

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"Otherwise, what was my reason for ever being here?"

I'm trying to figure that out for myself!! ~nodding~

Course, rated!!!
Thanks, Tink. Just recommended your anniversary post in Readerrs' Picks!
The creative life is arduous, Diva, which may be what stimulates the creativity. Commercially successful artists don't seem to be able to find happiness either - if they're truly artists and not just good at marketing themselves. Come to think of it, so long as we covet the greener grass on the other side of the fence, none of us are really happy - unless we're creating.
Huge difference.
One is truly fortunate in this life to find one's Gifts, even if modest ones, and a way to give it away everyday. I did in teaching and writing and I consider myself remarkably fortunate.

Jonathan, we share the same good fortune. Gary, you summed up my entire career as an educator!
you have so much company; artistic work rarely pays enough to make a living
hope you figure your next step out
Thanks, Kathy. I'm working on it!
Hello, fellow heteronym. Good luck!