Cherry Orchard

I saw Exchange Theatre's Cherry Orchard tonight. Two Chekhovs in two weeks. One on a big stage in heightened language for a big audience; the other on an intimate stage for a small audience. Lovely, different, beautiful together.

What struck me tonight was how incredibly consistent each character's view of themselves was -- and how they totally missed the main thing everyone else could see about them.

I suddenly wondered -- what am I missing? What is the thing everyone around ME can see, that I don't see about myself?

I don't like the two answers that come to mind. But it makes me realize where it will make the biggest impact to change my habits.