Too much of Self

Two days ago, I received the video of my static trapeze show. I watched it. I watched it again. The laughters heard over the music during the performance, the applause at the end. Intoxicating.

Last night, I digitized it and put it on YouTube. It got immediately three viewings: all by me. Alas, the initial elation is now replaced by pain: a low-level, internal pain, each time I fail to keep my legs completely straight, each time my feet flex, each time the trapeze wobbles. And of course each time my tight T-shirt chooses to tighten over a blob than over a taut muscle.

I also learn that gestures can be bigger, that I can slow down. All important information, to be applied to my next show, where I will explore my priestly side.