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Hey Lynda. I find this a very interesting entry, but one I don’t entirely agree with. Since I feel quite sure you welcome dissenting opinion, I’ll express my thoughts here.

Whatever muddles and madness I’ve gotten into in my half century on this planet, my goal for the past 15 years has been to understand what life is really all about, and I mean ‘all about’ from the macro view, as far as I can achieve that. In this pursuit, I’ve thrown some groovy philosophic theories up against the fridge door of my heart, and if they’ve stuck, I’ve kept them. That being said, sometimes these spiritual theories are difficult to adhere to in ‘the real world,’ as we like to call this manifestation of reality in which we live. On the macro level, I tend to believe that all of this ‘down here’ is basically ‘God’s divine play,’ with the divine playing all the parts … except that for the sake of dramatic interest, the universe splinters off little sparks of itself into individual bits of life who become actors … and both the actors and the characters are called Lynda and Karen and Tom and Fred. Like all good actors, we bury ourselves in our roles, sometimes to the point of forgetting who we really are, and what is and isn’t ‘real.’

The beauty of this philosophy is that, whenever I get fussed about some little thing on this mortal plane … like having enough money to pay the mortgage, or the fact that someone else got the job I wanted, or the man I wanted, or the life I wanted … I try to remember that it’s all really just a divine drama, produced and performed for the sake of the lessons ‘the audience’ AKA ‘the actors’ AKA ‘the divine’ learns along the way. It therefore behooves any actor to keep that 3% of themselves that is the impartial observer … you know, the part that keeps the actor playing Othello from actually strangling the actress playing Desdemona … out of the ‘onstage world’ so that, through observation, they/we actually learn the lessons.

The play itself isn’t important! But, on the flip side, the reality through which the lessons are learned is only established, like any stage world, through actor commitment. So the drama is simultaneously the most important thing in the world … yet it doesn’t matter at all. It’s about the ‘all of us’ and about the all-important ‘me’ at the same time.

In this philosophy, the observer/actor doesn’t have to get all down on themselves if they screw up a piece of business … but since self-development is the name of the game, they’d be crazy not to figure out which action produced which result, without any necessity (or benefit) to label the result ‘good’ or ‘bad.’

An example would seem prudent. A couple of weeks ago, I followed the yellow brick road to Stratford to witness Christopher Plummer, still sexy as all get-out at 80, play Prospero. I rode my motorcycle there and back, because it saves gas, and that helps save the planet … but mostly because it’s so darned fun! After gassing up near Shakespeare, I waited at the side of the road for the traffic to ease so I could pull out onto the highway. The traffic was heavy, and the short gaps between cars necessitated a hasty acceleration. Unfortunately, there had been construction work done recently, and the road was covered in gravel … anathema to motorcycles! I took my chances, revved the engine, headed out onto the highway … and felt my back wheel skidding and sliding underneath me as the stones beneath flew up on either side. I didn’t go down, but as I drove away, heart thumping madly, I thought, “Well, that was an excellent lesson in riding a motorcycle, and it didn’t cost you an arm or a leg or even so much as a finger! Next time, find some better solution than gunning through gravel, Karen.’

My point is that if I’d said, as your golf friend does, “Bad luck!” I may not have taken away the lesson.

Alternatively, if I get a fabulous acting role or teaching job, that outcome may well have been affected by my skill set, not to mention my extreme affability, but I’d be deluding myself if I didn’t also admit that it was the way the individual actions of the complex mechanism known as the universe just happened to click-clank-putter-spew out a result that day; many actors with more skill than I, and much more affability, sometimes languish with less tangible success.

It seems to me that Seligman is suggesting there’s a benefit to costuming life to suit my own ego-based needs, rather than allowing it to just be what it is; if I let go of my ego (yes, I know, I’m still working on that!), then I can accept life in all its glorious diversity … the highs and the lows … rather than painting bright colours over the bits my actor/character doesn’t personally like.

So, while I can see there may be benefit in Seligman’s theory to someone so immersed in their own pain that they’re unable to take the macro view and let life ‘just be,’ it’s definitely not for me.

Well, that’s my two cents worth! All comments and/or rebuttals from other actors in the divine comedy will be read with interest.