Listen To Your Mother: Atlanta; The Edge of Glory

I keep trying to put into words the magic and warmth and love I’ve experienced this Listen To Your Mother: Atlanta weekend and I keep finding that it’s a really, really hard thing to do.

This weekend was exciting, terrifying, exhilarating, heartbreaking, tear-inducing, laugh-inducing, crazy-amazing, happy-making goodness.

In the months leading up to this, our fearless leaders and those who’d done this before assured us that it would be worth it. The show would be amazing even if there were hiccups.

If we built it, people would come.

And we doubted. We worried. We wondered.

Or at least I did. It’s what I do. It’s probably why I will need Botox between my eyebrows sooner rather than later. (But not if I take castmember Robin Dance‘s advice to age gracefully and remember that aging is the price we pay for living.)

But beyond all that we hoped.

Yesterday, we went all the way to The Edge. The very limit of what I thought possible for myself and what I’m sure others doubted for themselves. We went to that point just before you fall off the cliff and plummet to the ground below or stretch out some wings you didn’t even know you had and soar over whatever it is that might be below.

Jana and our cast and I?

We soared yesterday.

We defied gravity.

We brought the house down.

I’m still soaring right now.

Photo courtesy of Jana Anthoine