I'm going to be all kinds of dramatic

So Saturday I'm going to be a part of the dramatic reading of a play by a local playwright.

I'm all kinds of excited.

I'm reading the part of an 18yr old girl, fresh out of High School, who is a nurses aid at a Nursing Home.  She is struggling with the changes of life, and in trying to figure out her destiny.  She's also perpetually late.

She has this great soliloquy where she just erupts with all that is in her.  She hates her great potential, and her lack of purpose, and her perpetual lateness. To quote Emily "...I cant get somewhere on time, and I'm afraid...my time will run out on this earth two minutes before I figure out why I was here in the first place."

I'm very excited about doing this.  I've missed the stage.

And yet I feel way to closely bonded with the naive little Emily.  I understand her pain, a little too well.

Potential
Direction

Yes
Even the lateness.

Well, maybe we share things, but I'm glad I get to take her off when all is said and done.