On Thursday night past, I gave in to temptation. I drank a pint of beer. And I did that because I could not resist an opportunity to celebrate an accomplishment. I needed to feel, fully, the achievement of taking the stage for opening night in a theatrical production.
The play itself is an emotional torrent, a deep dive into the pool of human suffering and the perseverance of hope in the wake of tragedy. And I’ve swam around in that for two hours a night, for three months of rehearsal and two dress rehearsals and four shows (with four more to come). I do this for free and call it fun.
Make no mistake, it is often more fun than you can imagine. It is also a great deal of communal effort. So when that play was done, and all the effort and the audience spent, I went to a local watering hole with my new friends and just… couldn’t hold back the urge to ‘cheers’ our collective success.
I have to say that I was bitten by remorse afterwards.
Well, I’ve learned, via my success of staying dry at the SuperBowl, and in getting sudsy last Thursday, that I often use alcohol to amplify emotion.
Triumph, pain and pondering – for whatever reason, that’s what I do. And in the long go, I have some thinking to do. In the moment, I made a choice that made sense for a few minutes. In retrospect, I wish I could take it back….but at the very least, I learned something.
Going forward, I will get right back on the horse, recouping my willpower to learn additional lessons.
– Vincent Lombardi