That thing where you see a job opportunity in the theater that’s basically your dream job for a dream organization and it pays so far below your previous admin-assistant salary that you can’t apply without putting your family at risk?

And then you’re like, “well maybe you just don’t want it enough” and you look at all the sacrifices you’ve made to pursue this passion for new play development over the last ten years of your life and get sad instead of proud?

And then you remember how privileged you’ve been to even have gotten this far without giving up on your artistic passion and you feel like you’ve wasted opportunities that other more deserving people would have made more out of

The answer, as always, is to keep going, to continue learning how to better support the collaborating artists throughout the process in my own practice, and to grow the legacy of those better practices through the continued commitment to making good theater.