I woke up one morning feeling like the walls were caving in—as if nothing was going to change the course of things. At least, not in 2020. As I often do when overwhelmed by all things dismal, I wrote. I wrote and wrote and wrote.
I thought about The Sandbox Collective—our little company that could. I thought about what would have been our sixth year and season. I thought about all the things we had in the pipeline. Most of all, I thought of all the people who embarked on this collective adventure, and accompanied us through all our stops and starts.
This is for all of you. May your 2020 selves find courage when fear and terror abound, light when the darkness creeps in, and hope when the world seems bleak and still.
Full Video here: Dear 2020 Self
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