The Hardest Show I’ve Ever Done
Theatre hits differently when you’re breathing the same air as the story unfolding in front of you. This weekend, I closed two shows — and one of them became the hardest production I’ve ever led. A train-wreck rehearsal just days before opening. And then, almost overnight, everything shifted. Here’s what it taught me about culture, faith, and showing up again.
Fine Is Not the Finish Line
Building culture is different than directing a show. It means holding a standard steady long before everyone else is ready to carry it with you. This season has stretched me more than I expected — physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Resistance doesn’t always mean something is broken; sometimes it means something is being built. It has tested my leadership, my endurance, and my conviction in ways I didn’t anticipate. There has been slow momentum, exhaustion that settles into my bones, and the temptation to lower the bar just to make it easier on everyone. But “fine” has never been the goal. Excellence doesn’t happen by accident — it’s built, protected, and sometimes fought for.