Life happens.
There are many reasons too many to list or too boring with details, but have you ever wondered how you got from point "A" to point "B" and wondered what made you do it? There are always reasons for where we go and what we do, but there is no one word answer to why we chose the path we choose.
I'm sitting here in a classroom at Aurora College in Fort Smith, Northwest Territories where there is absolutely no theatre community. This town is a musical town, I do get to sing on occasion, but I do miss acting.
People then say, "Why don't you do something about it?" I am. I have chosen to accept the reality that I am living in the NWT, at least for a little while, and there are no acting opportunities here. I will commute for auditions. I am writing a screenplay that I hope to make into a movie (independent), a dark comedy about life in the North, aptly titled, "Getting Out Of Slavey Point."
I didn't choose one day, to NOT act again. It's just at the moment I am unable to.
Things have changed. I am becoming a social worker. I am married.
And there were times in my life which tried my sanity ranging from having no money to thinking I had cancer.
My wife and I will one day move south again, and I will try acting again. But I will accept the fact of my limitations. I apologize if this page sounds depressing... truth is that me not acting, is depressing, to me at least.
