It's that time of the week again and an update is long overdue.
This has been a busy week where several things of note have occured:

* got through a dance assessment without any major cock-ups
* had the second essay returned with a 68% mark.
* had a dream about a lecturer in which she was saying she lived in Stevenage.
(not sure what that's all about?! Any dream analysts out there? )

A curious thing is happening. Anyone who knows me outside of this blog will be aware that my previous career was in the guise of a counsellor. The majority of this was spent working within a prison followed by a brief stint doing counselling-type stuff in a secondary school.
On the face of it Performing Arts and Counselling are really poles apart. Except they're not. Not really.
A large part of this course is reflecting on self and being sensitive to others. Also putting yourselves in the shoes of another. This was all pretty standard when I trained.
It's just not something i'd really considered before.
Also, my counselling training involved many hours of role play: as both counsellor and client.
This really isn't so different to acting.

In a workshop today we were discussing what we'd learn't etc. One of the lads described a previous workshop he'd attended in which he described breaking down barriers. I couldn't help approaching what he'd said form a counselling perspective and being wary about keeping people safe.
I decided that while I have some boundaries which are pretty much solid, there are others which i'm open to having stretched.

Sometimes I feel that some of the discussions we're having are a bit superficial. This can be a little frustrating, and I do keep having to remind myself the the vast majority of fellow students are much younger than I and so probably don't feel the same.
Anyway, that's enough rambling.
Be well. x