It’s been a busy few weeks for me, as I informed my current employers that I’m leaving for New York, come April.

It all started after I got a job as a dancer in a very special dance-theater production about ‘Frida Kalo’. The director and choreographer of the show, with whom I’ve recently worked on West Side Story, invited me to a couple of auditions, both of which went prominently well for me. Dance theater is a long gone dream of mine since my days as a professional dancer. The last audition I applied for as a self-perceived dancer, was for the ‘Pina Bausch’ dance theater company in Germany.

After landing the ‘Frida’ audition, it was time to tell MR. Choreographer that I was going to New York and couldn’t actually join the production after all. The day I got accepted I scheduled a meeting, and met him at a cafeteria of the National Israeli Theater.

“Are you here to tell me you’re not doing ‘Frida’?” he asked. “Can I tell you the longer version?” I replied. We ended up having an hour long conversation about dreaming big, opportunity and chance, and the fierce talent, thick skin, and patience needed to make it on Broadway. He ended up giving me his blessings and complimenting me on the hard work he’d seen me doing over the course of the passed year.

Fueled with positive energy from that meeting, the time had come to resign from West Side Story – the production I started just over a year ago, and through which my life has changed in so many ways. I scheduled a meeting with the all mighty producer, and hoped for the best. “Are you here to tell me you’re leaving?” – “Can I tell you the longer version”? He too ended with a blessing and just said: “may you succeed in anything you choose to do – you deserve it”.

The final resignation left a rather bitter taste in my mouth. After immersing myself in the creation of  ‘Mulan – the Musical’, for two months, and after a successful round of performances during the winter holidays, I resigned via Email. I resented doing so shortly after I’d sent it out, and thought a personal meeting with the producer might have been a better idea. It came as no shock to me that the responses I got were cold and practical.

At the end of the day, two out of three of my resignations followed through brilliantly. My Grandma used to cite a poem, which final words were “All that I bound I couldn’t free, and all that I freed returned to me”. I guess some people find letting go harder than others.