Monday, December 28, 2009
Plan of Attack
Sunday, December 27, 2009
The Countdown
The Story
The story is there is no story for this writing. My mind is just running as the countdown to the return to City begins… 3 days left. The last 10 days I’ve been enjoying the Christmas Holiday with my family and dear friends laughing and partying the nights away. But I woke up today with terrible anxiety about returning to the city. I feel like I have a weight of must do’s on my shoulder and not a clue as to how I’m going accomplish them or where to begin. The last couple of years have brought tons of surprises to my life some beautiful some heartbreaking, so I’m sure some of the anxiety stems from the unknown of what this coming year will bring. I feel like my zest for pounding the pavement has been drained slightly for the moment, definitely not the type of energy I need to take back to NYC with me. Why are there times when I feel invincible, and other times I feel like a scared little baby.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Polite vs. A Point of View
Monday, December 14, 2009
The Great Expectation
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Fantasy vs. Reality...
Getting up and getting to work on this Saturday morning was tough!!! And I didn't even hang out last night! In my fantasy life, I am an early bird who wakes up around 6am to tea and the paper (backstage) while munching on some healthy fruit. Then hit the gym and start my day at the "office of acting" and then head to class or work.
My reality is that I hit the snooze at 7:00 til 7:30 (sometimes 8:30) then jump up (get mad at myself for hitting the snooze) then turn on some "hype... please wake me up music" shower, throw on clothes, make up and grab my shit, hail a cab, stop at Starbucks grab my Venti or Grande Chi tea latte and head to work or class depending on the day... praying I don't get called first in class or that it's not a busy day at the job. Lol, quite different from my Fantasy world I'd say.
I've always been a day dreamer. Since I was a little girl. Which isn't a bad thing... it's just.. I took it too far at times. (lol, smh) I would literally have more fun living in my head because my "fantasy life was just soooooo Amazing" (sidebar... I used to do this with "dates" and wonder why they never met up to my "expectations" lol, they were fabulous in my day dreams) But as I grew up a little. I realized that this was not the way to go... my "real world" was indeed so much better because it was real. However knowing the difference, and having appreciation for both worlds, especially as an actress is key. I can't help but want to turn some of my fantasy's into reality, like being a morning person!
The Bigger Picture
This morning got me thinking about how at many times we see ourselves through our own Fantasy goggles. Trust me I know what I want my life to look like (I have vision boards galore to prove it). I also know what type of woman I'm striving to become, and more so, I know how much work I still need to do to get there. What I often see in the city, is people, especially actors, living their life through their fantasy goggles and not taking the time out to see what's real,or better put not realizing when the goggles are on, myself included.
Numerous times I've plotted my map to success through my goggles of who I thought I was or who I want to be based on who I am in my fantasy, and wondered why I'm not able to follow through on certain plans. I've let people down from time to time by committing to things I thought I could do because I had my goggles on so-to-speak. I've been let down by people who portrayed themselves to be someone they wished they were only to find out they are not "there" yet. At times I get frustrated with myself that I'm not where I want to be and ask why my life is not how I picture it yet, why I'm not able to be the perfect city girl I "see" myself as in my fantasy. I realize this all has to do with not accepting the present moment and comparing myself to a fictitious version of myself which, as I write it is quite absurd. I like having the vision of who I want to be, so I know what I'm striving for, however I think the more I take off my goggles, and accept who I am right now and interact with the world as so, I will gain a deeper appreciation for the "real" world, and myself as I live through each present moment and I'd be able to enjoy the process of growing into that woman I see myself to be.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
I Kicked Ass
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda! Damn it.
Friday, December 4, 2009
I had a taste of artistic freedom in Movement Class
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Could I pass for Caribbean, Hmmmm?
Monday, November 30, 2009
What's that saying... the sun comes after the rain?
Sunday, November 29, 2009
A Temper Tantrum
I’m sitting in my hotel room crying my little eyes out like I am 2 year old whose favorite toy gotten taken away from her. Bur instead of it being a “toy” this time, I feel like my comfort zone, my safety net was swooped up right from under me landing me in a world of unknown, not quite New York, and definitely not Kalamazoo. I cut my hair off a couple days ago thinking some how it would rid me off all the negative feelings of frustration that has been building up in me from the past couple of months or so, but it only made me more unrecognizable to myself. I thought my short “break” would aid in me getting a new zest on my journey as an actress, and some how it made me question my purpose in life. In another entry I talked about being able to bring a voice to the voiceless, but right now I feel I can’t even find my own voice to work with. Its like I’m trying to be someone I was years ago… a much more carefree spirit. But as it was pointed out to me by a dear family member, maybe one of my “problems” is that I may still be trying to be that 22 year old that I was at 28. I got my first “critic” of my blog a couple days ago. A friend mentioned that it was a little “safe” HA. She was right to an extent. I tend to sugar coat life to make it a little sweeter. That and my Midwestern (keep all “issues” private) mentality leads me to have a soften feel to my writings. I tend to do this in my acting unless pushed to the limit and then I explode. I have to think that what I am feeling is felt by a number of artists while they are on they own journey of expressions. In terms of Acting, It’s important not to judge. It’s important to gain a deeper understanding of myself because it is my tool, my product if you will. It’s important for me to know what and where my blockage comes from and that playing it safe can only prevent me from the true artistic freedom that I desire. Holding on to past moments because of whatever reasons only means I’m missing out on the present moment and thus doing myself a great injustice not only as an actress but also as a human being. So as I wipe away the last of these evening tears from my eyes, I’ve seem to have found my zest to return to the “rat race.”