I feel like I bought a house and a husband

Only my house is maybe not the most reliable new construction by some crazy Russian people. I also feel like I have a husband who has a lot of feelings about everything.

But no! I just have a performing arts space and several bosses, all of whom have strong feelings about everything everything ever.

I say this because today I started discussing boundaries with someone and even thought it was incredibly awkward, it is ultimately for the best. I think I can just keep gently suggesting that we make policies and have collective decision-making processes.

This is the real gift of being an arts administrator is being able to set boundaries that make the artists feel supported instead of limited. This kind of smoke and mirrors, the positioning and timing of information and explanations, *never* making faces ever because they are always misinterpreted…these are the gifts.

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