** What follows is actually an email I sent to my Scandusical cast and crew, but it got me thinking about getting back on my blogging hustle, so… it’s here now.**
Just checking in. Wanted to see how everyone is doing and also wondering if anyone can answer a question for me: HOW IS IT STILL MARCH?! I know projections for when the social distance phase of this pandemic will end are hazy at best, but I feel like finally ending this month would be a step in the right direction. Fingers crossed April actually arrives tomorrow.
If a month could ever be sued for whiplash, March 2020 would be tied up in court forever (aka approximately three March 2020s). We went from Scandusical Grand Opening to Grand Closing; from “It’s just like the flu, right?” to “Don’t bring that evil to my doorstep!” and from “We’re number one!” to “We are now number one in Coronavirus infections.” God bless America. And that was all on a general social and societal levels that don’t even come close to touching on the ways all of this has affected each of us individually. Some of us have lost jobs, income, days of health and the peace of mind associated with all of the above. If any of us have somehow walked unscathed thus far, please – teach us your ways! (Or take us to your secret compound on Mars)
And in classic March 2020 fashion – there is no end in sight. But we do know that it will end. One day, one way or another, this part of life as we now know it will be over. And we’ll move on into the unknown of the next phase. And I won’t even try to pretend to imagine what that’s going to look like. Nothing is sound. And everything is unpredictable. The only thing we have any real control over is what we’re going to do in the minute after this one. And maybe you’ve been better about using all the quarantine minutes we’ve had so far, but I’ll admit I haven’t gotten much done. The entire world grinding to a PAUSE kinda threw me off my game. And that’s okay. Some people have already started doing amazing things in this time, with this time; and some of us have just been resting/gearing up. Being an artist simultaneously feels like the most important thing in world and the most frivolous, but I guess it always feels like that. And I know it’s all I’ve got to offer at this point.
So wherever you are on the spectrum of napping to knocking it out of the park, binging Hulu to being all you can be – it’s alright and you’re doing exactly what you need to be doing right now. No one can pour from an empty cup. And the world’s not going anywhere… literally. So when you’re ready – you do whatever it is you need/want to do.
And please, keep your Scandusical fam posted. Let us know how you’re doing, what you’re working on and how we can help! Because we’re all in this social distance together.
Love you guys. Miss you guys. Forever obsessed with you.
Tell your friends.
Janice Lagata was born in California, but born for New York. A writer, fighter, igniter and matron saint of cats; smirking is her favorite. She’s just a girl feeding herself to the world and asking it to love her – that’s a lyric from a song she wrote, you can probably find it and lots of other things she’s working on by asking the internets (insta/twitter/soundcloud/spotify/youtube/your mom) for @jani_the_cat.