On teenagers

Day 17. I love teenagers. Truly. Their passion, angst, fearlessness, and vulnerability. I just hated being one. The urgency to define and maintain a clear concept of myself was just too great at times.

Today I had the opportunity to return to my high school and run a drama therapy workshop with 17 intelligent and poised young women working on a play about the 1911 Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire. They were such a delight! So strong and prepared. And yet so much of what came up was their anxiety about the future.

So for today I’m thinking about how – in spite of what I wanted to believe in high school – there is no “right way,” “quick way” or “easy way.” The way will take on textures and turns that we cannot imagine yet. Anxiety won’t make the task any easier. It’s a lesson I’m still learning, but it’s one worth spending time on.

At the end of the workshop, after exploring some of the intense themes of the play, we sat around an imaginary campfire, eating s’mores and discussing self-care. It was cozy and sweet, and against all odds, 17 teenagers and I entered into a completely make-believe space of play. It wasn’t a silly place; it was a place of care and quiet and peace. I was so grateful to be invited in.

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