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Although I feel speechless about the enormity of the past week, I shall do my best to make some sense here in this moment where I find myself blessed, humbled, redefined, and fatigued.

Sheabuttah: What a distinct honour. You made Johanna easy, easy, easy to love. What a wonderful reciprocity of energy.

Anthony: Yes, I know that you are a "character", but somewhere in a realm we do not quite fathom you exist and, from time to time, allow men like me to familarize ourselves with your story. I shall miss you, really I shall. To get to live your story for the past few months has been a dream come true.

I have had more validation for this role than ever. Although that touches me more than I know how to describe, I am elated that I feel like I am an actor and that through one of the most draining and intoxicatingly beautiful weeks of my life I was able to recreate the work and finally discover who Anthony is. Oh - How I wish these were just previews, but, alas, this production has ended. Maybe I shall get another opportunity to attend the tale.

I have this insatiable thirst for theatre and acting that I do not think I have owned until now. It is as if I know, "This is what I am supposed to do." There is such serenity in really discovering that and letting go of the fear and answering back, "I am ready. Where the journey takes me, I know not, but I shall start walking." And what glorious steps they have been my friends.

(And this is me being speechless)

I have profoundly changed the past few weeks due to Anthony and the necessary and cathartic analysis I underwent to do his story justice.

I have never been this happy in my entire life.... ever.

It feels (insert word that is not created yet).

On June 23rd I had the most magical night... I hope there are more to come. If not, I finally tasted how "that" is supposed to feel.

Duly grateful,

Dustin "Anthony"

P.S. And for once I did "dock it straight".
And blog scene.

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