If “all the world’s a stage and all the men and women, merely players” as Shakespeare so aptly quotes, then what part have I played, do I play, will I play?
Ahhhh, that is not a difficult answer, for my life has felt as though it has played out on stage. Even as a child, there were the living room plays where I would direct my siblings on what to say as I stood atop the organ bench and sang my heart out to my parents as they watched the performance. There were the various dance routines year in and year out as costume after costume was purchased so that I might twirl across the stage in my ballerina tutu or tap my way into the chorus line.
There were the neighborhood shows where I and several other children would practice songs and dance routines for hours then sell tickets to “the Big Show” to raise money for a charitable organization.
As the years passed life’s stage began to transform. It took the shape of faces, and places. It carried me to foreign lands. It taught me that although I had struggles in my life, they could not compare with the plight of those in other parts of the world.
Life’s stage and the challenges that were and are scattered along the way have reminded me that my part may not always be glamorous, may not always be dressed in pretty little costumes, set to twirl through each day effortlessly. But with grace I can walk through my part, deliver my lines, and await the sunrise of each new tomorrow.
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