All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players
-As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII
Maybe when you act, you’re not necessarily putting up a false facade.
Maybe you are exaggerating, for theatrical effect, parts of yourself that already exist.
You are a living, breathing hyperbole.
You don’t have to live a double life. It doesn’t have to be complicated. It can be simple, a matter of choosing which parts of yourself to emphasize and which to keep tucked behind the curtain, out of sight but still very much present.
Just because parts of yourself—the wild, loud, sensual, scandalous—are hidden, does not mean they don’t play a role. They are the ones working the pulleys, flicking the switches, turning on the lights and cueing the music.
They are the secret behind your radiance, the reason for the light behind your smile.
Your secret: it’s not your work that’s making you happy. It’s your inner world.
It’s so bright it radiates outward and colors all that you touch.
The mask may hide your true face, but it’s a beautiful mask, something you’re fond of wearing.
Like a magician employing distraction to great effect, you engage in emotional slight of hand. A light deception, nothing to be ashamed of—on the contrary, essential to survival.
It is merely a choice of where to train the spotlight.
Your workday then becomes a playful dance. Your uniform, your costume. Each movement a deliberate expression of your newfound awareness.
Give yourself permission to feel beautiful without regard to your reflection in the mirror. Say your lines, take a bow, and then go home.
Remember what happens when you screw up onstage? You improvise. You take that mistake and you run with it. The show must go on.
The trick is to keep your eyes up and out. The second you make eye contact with a member of the audience, boom, your dance, your lines are wiped clean from your memory. In day-to-day life, you can’t avoid making eye contact. But you can keep your chin up and your inner focus up and out. The woman behind the curtain keeps her gaze high and her inner eye trained on the horizon.