Joanna Shares her thoughts…

When I first received Laura’s email, nicely requesting me to write a post for this blog, my first thoughts were: wait, what? I have to write about drama therapy? I don’t have any wisdom to share! I am a student! Has no one been informed that I am a student?!

Then I had some chocolate and calmed down.

The truth is that I usually vacillate between days where I am drunk on drama therapy knowledge and could go on and on about the beauty of embodiment and dramatic projection and days where I feel like I know nothing and wonder if it is too late to switch to a career as a professional cat cuddler. Luckily, this is not one of those days. I’ve just come back from my Acting for fun group, where I teach both children on and off the autism spectrum drama. Our performance is next week. Somewhere in between working out in my head whether the wizard should say “Abracadabra” or “Shazam” and whether the Evil Dr. Octopus, Gilbert Gargantuan, should enter from stage left or right, I realized how much I love what I do. And amidst the frustration and the chaos and the last minute scrambling, it is easy to lose sight of the bigger picture. It’s easy to forget how lucky I am to be here.

On our first time meeting as a cohort, Sally Bailey asked us how many of us thought we invented drama therapy and many of us raised our hands. Mine was one of them. I remember six years ago, sitting down in front of my laptop and googling words because I had just had a genius idea: Why did I need to pick between my interests in psychology and theatre? Why couldn’t I just combine both? “There must be some kind of job for people who want to use theatre therapeutically”, I thought. But I feared that it was too good to be true. Obviously, here I am now, so you know that my googling skills are stellar.

Seriously though, this is a post about gratitude, about knowing you are in the right place at the right time. You might not need this because for all I know, you are already overflowing with it. You might be the Dalai Lama, Pema Chodron, and Rumi rolled into one (In which case, please adopt me.) I am not. I get easily overwhelmed and need to take a moment to remind myself of why I am here, why I love Drama therapy, and all that I can do with it. And that if all else fails, I can always call Sally Bailey.

What are you grateful for?