As I write this, I am gearing up for the second weekend of the New York Renaissance Faire - and it occurs to me that I never talked about the butterflies that were in my stomach prior to the first weekend! I felt as though I could soil my pants at any moment, I was so nervous, even though I had performed there before, for one weekend last year. But this was opening day, and so brought with it all of its own challenges: would people like me? Did I belong there? Do I still wear a size 8 1/2 shoe? The answer, so far at least, was YES to all of those questions!
It was, frankly, one of the best performing experiences of my entire life, and it was something that I had been striving for these last several years. It was a dream come true, and I feel so incredibly fortunate that I get to repeat it again and again this season - 8 more weekends of the NYRF and then onto four more at the Connecticut Renaissance Faire!
You folks give me the opportunity to make pretend for a living, and I can't ever thank you enough for that. It's what I have always wanted to do since I was small (one might argue that I am, still), and - thanks to the good people like you, gentle reader - I am continually living out this boyhood dream. Thank you!