Dear May Thomasian Scientist

Words by Tauro

What’s the hurry, champ?

The past few months were spent in waiting.

Waiting for the next script, the grand exposure, the official trailer.

We spend our Sundays longing for Friday — each day, yearning the next.

It’s probably the things we look forward to once the credits roll that comforts us to keep going.

I know that the remaining weeks will be hard, even harder for some,

but allow this letter to grab you by the hand

and steal you from center stage pressure.

As we are approaching what could be the longest of days and toughest of weeks,

remind ourselves that despite the pushing and waiting and more pushing,

allow yourself to shy away from the limelight.

Every now and then one needs only to leave the desk,

take things slow, go to the backstage,

and see an old friend.

Yes, it’s okay to s l o w d o w n .

You don’t have to feel guilty for each pause while others race for the deadlines.

I’m sorry, but I cannot tell you that this is all in preparation for one great choreography.

There are no general rehearsals, no opening acts, no warm spectators.

But even that is okay too —

because the world is your oyster;

and we are each other’s loudest crowd;

I am up on my seat, hands in the air, cheering your name

for this one metamorphic theatrical act.

I know it’s bad to keep the audience waiting; but if an empty auditorium is what you need —

then draw the curtains, vacate the seats, close the gates.

I could add a few more lines about slowing down and front acts,

but why would I even try if Vienna’s already been written and you can listen to it anytime.

Besides, what do I know?

Except to remind you to —

s l o w d o w n y o u c r a z y c h i l d.

Sincerely,

J u n e Thomasian Scientist