A few times this past month, I’ve been able to stay late at the circus school, being the last one to mop up and lock up. I treasure these moments alone here. The place is so still. I can hear the hum of the lift on its charger, or sometimes the barely-audible buzz of the lights. I reflect on all of the excitement and joy that took place during the day, and feel proud of the work that I’m doing.
It reminds me exactly of the feeling I get when I check on my kids sleeping at night. (as PSCA does often feel like my most-complicated child). The dark, peaceful beauty; all problems and worries forgotten.
I have to force myself to leave work every evening. I know that the rest of my life and sanity will fall apart if I don’t go home, and switch gears. But I love being here. I love working with students and teachers and administrators, making decisions and resolving conflicts constantly, with the overwhelming sense that what I’m doing here matters.
Tonight’s party at the school was a wedding reception for two of my staff members. They met at PSCA. They continue to work and train here, finding challenge and fulfillment. They give deeply of themselves, and they have become part of this large and loving community. Being able to host the event was incredibly gratifying.
