I had an audition the other night at Riley-Grier Studios. I felt like a real professional actor. I had to add my name to a list of dozens of names of people auditioning, but they were running right on time and took me within 10 minutes. They were friendly and curious to hear my writing.

I read a short piece on how my kid is growing up and that’s awful and also great. The show is for a Mother’s Day show called, “Listen To Your Mother.”

I think it went well. Two of the three women were smiling and laughing at my piece. Of course I wondered why the third one wasn’t. Should I not have worn pearls? (Oddly, I always wear pearls to the Parents In Action Meeting, which is where I’d been right before my 8:30 pm audition time. It’s a little uniform I have for parents’ nights.)

Auditioning threw me back to a time in my life where I went on a lot of auditions (and got not a lot of  roles). I felt those same feelings – pride and vulnerability, confidence and insecurity. And always this: I’m ambivalent about being judged.

I’m glad I did it. It was one of my New Year’s Resolutions – to make my work a little more public and to perform on a regular basis.

Today was an extremely dreary day. The view from my office.
I don't have a head shot any more, but this is one of my Facebook profiles. No pearls.
Jones Beach in the winter is so empty and peaceful and beautiful. This has nothing to do with my post.