23 December, 2008

Relaying principles to the barely potty-trained and alien detection

When you're just the babysitter is it really worth it to try and teach the tike a life-lesson? Can a babysitter really instill values in a kid? Today I went toe-to-toe with a 3-year-old and though I didn't budge I still wonder if I should've just let her eat more raisins...it's clear that her defiance usually gets her the raisins...

Today I also made some money by participating in a psychology study over at Vandy where I (not kidding) had to sit in front of a screen and detect aliens. I was supposed to figure out which aliens were "Mabs" and which were "Nogs" or something like that. I didn't figure out any pattern and it made me a little suspicious that the exercise was really a test to see how many times it would take me to press the space bar in a warm, quiet room to fall asleep. I'm pretty sure it was somewhere around 275.

Also I have been working like a disney entertainment cast member...and by that I mean indentured servant...I've been averaging about 10 hours per day the past few days. Interesting thing, the more I work the more energy I have...lately I had been battling this consistent tired thing but lately I've been too busy to be tired. Kinda reminds me of college or something.

Ps within the next week I get to do great things, ready? Christmas with my immediate family, a reunion with my dad's family (all the cousins have not been in the same room in over 8 years), get to see one of my best friends get married, get to go see Spring Awakening (that's great with my favorite person (that's great too!), get to roadtrip with fun friends, and get to spend New Years Eve with my nearest and dearest!! That's alot to look forward to. :)

05 December, 2008

Do you like my festive Christmas background?!?

So I'm combating my child-allergy with a 1-2 punch: gummy vitamins & lots of purell. We'll see if I can sleep the whole night tonight without being woken up by coughing fits. Per my mother's advice I'm doing some research on ways to build one's immune system. Mine definitely needs some help. Clearly.

Have you heard? My parents are moving to Virginia (my life is so circular...cyclical? what do i really mean?). First I go to college there, then my sister goes to law school there, then my dad goes to teach there? Who knew? We will see how this transition unfolds...hopefully everyone will love their lives. That's all I really care about.

Also, I resonated with this quote I read the other night:

"When you come to know God by experience, you will be convinced of His love. When you are convinced of His love, you can believe Him and trust Him. When you trust Him, you can obey Him. When you trust Him, you have no problem obeying Him. 'For this is the love of God, that we keep His commandments. And His commandments are not burdensome' (1 Jn. 5.3)." --Blackaby & King

I know 2 different people who got nominated for 2 different Grammy awards. Weird, yet cool. I wish success once removed brought in commission.

I am still lo lo loving Lauren Winner's book "Girl Meets God." And still not done. Kind of a slow reader. Learned that the summer in Colorado when my daily (hours long) reading assignments were completed hours after my roommates. I'll diagnose it as mild add. I have to read the same paragraph over and over sometimes because my thoughts have drifted to formulating lists in my head or fantasizing about Adam Brody or brownies.

Speaking of food I have this new MYSTERIOUS side-job where I get paid to eat. AWESOME. Can't give you the details though. Sorry.

I am beginning to get restless for a real job--and by real job I mean real paycheck. Normalcy is sounding more and more appealing...it may take me awhile to get there logistically but a dog, a 1 year lease and a committed relationship all sound sort of appealing. sort of...

24 November, 2008

Allergic to children?

I began babysitting again for the first time since highschool (basically) last month. Since then, every time I babysit children within days I get sick. I have gotten ear infections, colds, stomach viruses, and now a sinus infection. I think I'm very not-used-to kid germs.

Or I'm allergic to children.

23 November, 2008


What do you see off in the distance in Nashville?
Hills. Typically, beautiful rolling hills.
What do you see off in the distance in Orlando?
Something large, tacky, and blinking. It could be a ferris wheel or it could be McDonalds. You just never know.

Lauren Winner is my literary soulmate. Or maybe just soulmate.

The Jonas brothers have amazing style. I wonder who puts together their clothes. I either want to date one of the Jonas brothers or their stylist.

13 November, 2008

Tonight I am grateful for my religion. I am so grateful for the peace that comes from prayer and reading God's word. Life can really get overwhelming at times and the Bible and prayer lighten the load. I am so grateful. I have many friends and family who don't have faith to lean on during hard times. I can't imagine how sorrowful it must be. Life is meant to be filled with the light of God and hope. I am so thankful to know that.

"Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Do not let your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful." John 14:27

"For we are His creation--created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared in advance for us." Eph. 2:10

"I am an unceasingly spiritual being with an eternal destiny in God's great universe." -Dallas Willard

10 November, 2008

Wednesday I am returning to my alma mater DCA for Career Day 2008. Indeed. They have asked me to return to talk to the tikes about a career in the performing arts. It should be a really interesting experience. I'll report back after it's over.

21 October, 2008

"She yearned to travel and write great books." -Louisa May Alcott

I've been home approximately one week and 3 days and I'm already scheming up my next 4 travel adventures. They are primarily on a small scale but they put me on the road nonetheless. Oh what I would give to just travel and not have to be concerned with finances. Something about the open road and travel...it's just, well, my favorite. If you haven't heard about "Spain: On the Road Again" you are seriously missing out. It is a documentary-style show on PBS in which Gwyneth Paltrow and chef Mario Batalli roadtrip across Spain dining as they go...

My next travels (chronologically):
-Lynchburg this weekend where many of my favorite people are converging claiming to celebrate their 'alumnus' status (but really just wanting to see friends)

-3 weeks later doing a day trip to Atlanta to see my friend Cheryl perform in Thoroughly Modern Millie

-A few days later going to Orlando for Disney audition

-A week and a half later going to Philly and DC with Ash!

Maybe I'll do Spain in 09...

16 October, 2008

On a separate, less analytical note, today I went to the memorial service of a mother of dear friends of mine-Vicki Foltz. She was driving either to or from one of her daughter's wedding showers on Friday night when she suffered a brain aneurysm. A woman in seemingly perfect health one minute was gone the next.

Vicki was a brilliant artist. She was one of the first directors I ever worked with--a ten-year-old version of me performed in shakespeare's 'midsummer night's dream' if you can imagine that! I remember as a kid looking up to her and thinking, "Wow, I wanna do something like what she does one day!" I wasn't around tons of women in the arts so Vicki always inspired me.

Years later Vicki's life has made an imprint on hundreds through her plays, classes, and music. The people she has most impacted though are her kids. I've been friend with Brandon, Tyler and Cameron since I was about seven or eight. Cameron spoke today about how her Mom was her rock. She always lended an ear and spoke truth into her life. And also blessed her family with great home-cooked meals and many, many laughs.

What a legacy. Parenting is clearly hard work. I observed that firsthand last week. But it is also the single greatest way to invest in lives. Tonight when I had the joy of sitting down to a meal with my mom and dad I looked at the home-cooked lasagna in front of me differently. How many countless meals has my mom prepared? All with love. And a servant's heart. What a gift.

Motherhood 101

Last week I had the privilege of accompanying 7 people between the ages of 6 months and 5 years old to the beach. 3 sets of parents came along too. Throughout the 8 day/8 night excursion I experienced many a wake up call, surprising moment, and new perspective. The following are a few observations I made on the trip.

OBSERVATION 1-Kids develop unique personalities insanely early. This seems sort of obvious but it is so interesting to see two preschoolers who live in the same environment have literally converse personalities. People are in part a product of their environment and the genetic traits they inherit but also just come out of the womb with distinction. Birth order has something to do with it...but some of it is literally just the specific personality God gives each of us.

OBSERVATION 2-This is linked to observation 1. Previously when I've encountered a child with an unbecoming personality trait I consciously or sub-consciously blamed the parents. It was somehow their fault. A kid with a sour disposition cannot be 100% blamed on a parent's childrearing.

OBSERVATION 3-Parenthood can be increasingly less stressful when finances are not an overwhelming concern. This makes sense. It's one less thing to worry about.

OBSERVATION 4-Oh. This is a biggie. Maybe the most noteworthy thing I recognized for the first time in my life. (Which is ridiculous by the way.)


Which leads to my conclusion that wives should have the ultimate say on how many kids to have.

OBSERVATION 5-To decide to have kids you must be so completely overwhelmed with the desire to have children that you are ready to give up all self-focus. You are no longer "[Insert name here.]" You are Mommy. So you better be ready. It's a whole life shift.

OBSERVATION 6-The constant supervision and care that small children need can be utterly exhausting. Sleep never feels like enough.

OBSERVATION 7-A good husband/father makes parenthood so much more enjoyable (bearable?). If they have the desire to pitch in and help and then actually do it the whole experience is improved for the mother by leaps and bounds.

OBSERVATION 8-Potential for being a good father (or mother) should be among the criteria considered in dating. Parenthood is for a majority of people a huge aspect of life. Marrying someone who would make a good father or mother is critically important.

OBSERVATION 9-The week at the beach severely diminished my (perhaps) romanticized view of parenthood. Taking care of kids 24/7 is a much more serious task than babysitting for a few hours. I was reminded that every season of life has joys and perks. Parenthood is something amazing in its time. I look forward to being equipped and ready when the day comes. For now I'm happy with my graham cracker-less life.

26 September, 2008

Summing It All Up

"When I reach the end of my days, a moment or two from now, I must look backward on something more meaningful than the pursuit of houses and land and stocks and bonds. I will consider my earthly existence to have been wasted unless I can recall a loving family, a consistent investment in the lives of people, and an earnest attempt to serve the God who made me. Nothing else makes much sense." ~James Dobson

24 September, 2008

The little things...

It has been a number of months since I had the fiscal flexibility to buy extras. It's been a choice based on my values. When I decide I want something to work I make it work. If I want to travel I figure out how to afford it. Because of that kind of mentality I had to trim some less important things. Now I'm back at home (where expenses are minimal) and now I have the money to not only save, go out to eat as well as see a movie (these 2 were mutually exclusive for awhile). But I can also afford (drum roll please...)

to buy songs on itunes again!!

What to buy you ask?

I don't know if its being back in Nash, or the evolution of country music, or my new friend Mark but...I'm buying some country...that is if you consider Darius Rucker and Taylor Swift 'country' Or my friend Hillary's (Lady Antebellum) new single. I'm also buying that Pink song b/c 1) i love a good catchy feminist rock anthem and 2) i just learned a really sweet hiphop dance to it at vandy on monday which i can bust out anywhere and surprise people by just how straightTHUG i can break. I'm also currently enjoying the Kings of Leon, lovebug (the only song) by the jonas brothers. Of course I'm going to finally catch up on some of my typical piano rock (Coldplay and my fave liberty band bosc). Ah, its just nice to refresh the old ipod. Don't you just hate it when you feel like you have nothing exciting to listen to? And with my new daily 40 minute 8 AM commute I need some decent music to get me through. Woody and Jim are just not cutting it.

19 September, 2008


I found work! I'm going to be holding down the fort on the administrative front part-time at Select Staffing. I went there to get a temp job and they offered me one at their office. On the spot. I called them Wednesday and they offered me a job that day and I started Thursday. Gotta love that! They're fully aware that I'm only staying til Christmas and they're cool with that. The people are nice, the work is actually semi-fulfilling, and the location is cool. It's on the 2nd floor of a shopping center on West End. Walking distance to the Parthenon and Bread and Company. Two very important places. Right by Maggie-Moo's. Also, I'm gonna do the beach thing for a week in October. Hang out with cute kids, lounge on the beach, make a little money. I'm really pumped because I love the little people but I'm rarely around any. I'm also gonna start back at Anthro part-time starting mid-October. Just in time for Christmas. :-)

How bout this a-mazing fall weather?! I totally missed fall last year. I was in Florida from June til December. I went straight from Summer to Winter. I definitely felt like I had missed out on something. Makes me that much more aware and grateful for the beautiful shift in the seasons I'm experiencing now. Mazel Tov!

16 September, 2008

Musings on unemployment, people, and "home"

Hey hey blog world.

I have been itching to write but for the past week or so had determined that I had no news for you. Nada.

*Before I start I have to tell you that I happen to be watching G's to Gents on tv right now and they are having breakdowns. And g's + breakdowns = justawkward.


The item of business that has been occupying my time/thought/attention/obsession lately is work. I have decided to stay in Nashville from now until Christmas time. This appears to be the perfect time to work alot and save alot before a potential move in early '09 (Fla or NY or Youneverknowtiligo).

To give myself a personal pep talk as well as let you in on the many, many positions for which I've been applying I am displaying them in list form.

Jobs applied for:
-Server at Cheesecake (even though I’ve never been a waiter)
-Anthro (well I gave them availability)
-J. Crew (although I didn’t follow up later)
-A smile model for an expo this weekend
-A hostess for a construction company's skybox at the titans stadium
-a receptionist position
-portrait model for photography class
-human resources assistant for macy’s
-actress in music video
-actress in another music video
-extra in ‘restaurant footage’ (I don’t know what for)
-assistant at a real estate office in hillsboro village
-brand ambassador
-data entry clerk

I've applied for all these within the past 5 days so hopefully. something. will work out. soon.

I just can't handle a purposeless life! Now I feel like I need to counter that with a positive statement: I have been blessed to be in my parents house where rent is free, coffee is made before I wake up, and the kitchen is always open (so to speak). Also I've been able to do some things for friends and family who need the extra help. That's been nice too. But now I'm ready to work. Work work work. I haven't had a 'day job' since December '07 and I've decided that if I'm going to be in Nashville and not acting for the next 3 months I am going to take dance classes, go to yoga/pilates consistently, travel at least once a month, and make some good money. So now that I've decided that...it's time to get to work! Ugh!

Oh. Also. I made another list (I like lists. ALRIGHT.) that are positions I'm considering applying for (if you have feedback, by all means throw it back):

-a family from Two Rivers asked if I wanted to go along with them to Destin and help watch the kids for a week in October
-server at CPK
-trying to get my foot in the door doing session work
-(tryingtogetmyfootinthedoor) recording demos
-signing with a talent agency where I would be an extra in films
-substitute teaching
-teaching guitar lessons
-providing coaching for high school seniors putting together a college theatre program entrance audition
-nannying? (although I would only like that if it paid better than what babysitters make)

So that's whats going on with me. Few epiphanies lately. My mind has primarily been occupied by a job. Although I have been thinking a few deep-ish thoughts:

1. It's not fair for kids (especially adult kids) to be guilted into making decisions based on the issues of their parents. If a parent does that, they are selfish.
2. Are relationships always salvageable? If you've gone through the ringer with someone, can you eventually have an ideal relationship?
3. I feel like the concept of having my own place and signing a year lease sounds fantastic. But maybe as long as I had a few months of notice, I wouldn't mind continuing the vagabond life. I think I just like a plan. But shopping at Ikea does sound so dreamy. I haven't lived in one spot for more than 4 months since 2004. Picture that.

That's all for now.

11 September, 2008

So I 'redesigned' the blog to make it reflect me a little bit more. Blogger gives you limited options but i still like this better than before. What do you think?

It seems that I'm going to be spending most of my time in Nashville until the holidays roll around. I'm kind of glad too! I haven't lived in this town for more than a month at a time since 2004. I'm ready to re-embrace Music City.

I'm also compiling a list of goals for the upcoming months. That will be shared TBA.

05 September, 2008

That blog on God that I was supposed to write a few days ago...

I'm not going to add much commentary to the notes I've already taken because I'm starting to make myself late so I gotta go. :) Happy Friday people.

A few thoughts from my journal (written while I was overlooking the Gulf of Mexico):

What is my religion about?

I tend to live as if it is about me, about what God can do or wants to do through me.

My religion must be about worshipping a God who deserves to be worshipped.

Other things will fall into place if my religion is about God.

May I have worshipful moments daily.
Meditation on Truth will help me stay centered and peaceful.

The Heart of Worship is about recognizing the glory of the God who created the earth.

* * * *

A few notes from church at Midtown Fellowship last Sunday (sorry the organization is poor):

Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.
-Mother Theresa

Phillipians 1

Love with abundance and discernment

Love growing in knowledge and discernment so that you can determine what really matters and can be pure and blameless in the day of Christ

You can read scriptures 2 ways:

1) Asking what must I do?

2) Being in awe of what God has done

vs 11) filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God

If we are in Christ we have already been filled.

Right relationship with Christ isn’t about what I did but about what CHRIST did!

“Before we can break commandments 2-10 we have to break #1.” –Martin Luther

*Running to sin is not believing God’s overflowing unconditional love for me.

Christ is not just a model for how to do life. We have been changed by him—“No longer I but Christ in me!”

02 September, 2008

Fido, Waterguns, and Friendlationships

I write to you today from my favorite coffeeshop in the world. And by world I mean...



And I just found out (I'm such a Cha-Cha'er) why it's called Fido anyway. Humor me and read the following:

"According to legend, coffee was discovered in the Sixth Century by an Ethiopian goat herder who was trying to find food for his herd during a long drought. We figure that Kaldi must have had a dog. We named our cafe "Fido" after this heroic dog unjustly overlooked by history. (It didn't hurt to have a really cool old neon dog sign on our roof to provide us with an almost free logo)."

Freakin awesome.

Anyway, I've been having one of those weeks where thoughts have been swirling around in my mind so much for the past few months that they are beginning to actually make sense and explode out of my ears like waterguns. (my ears being the waterguns) I'm talking strong waterpressure too. There are so many thoughts shooting out I'm actually talking about being a human double barrel watergun as opposed to discussing the thoughts themselves.

The point?

Ever since my first return home from college in 2003 Nashville has been a place where the dust settles and I get clarity. The longer I stay away the weirder it is coming back here. The less familiar, the more it seems like a past life...etc...As I've gotten older rather than be a place that brings clarity like it did when I was 18 it reminds me of how much I've grown up, changed, how much I've seen, experienced, lived.

It's wild.

And coming back and being around people who knew me in the 90's or Y2K or whatever remind me just how far i've come...or gone? It's wonderful to be loved just because. Not because of what you do or what you say or what you've accomplished or who you've impressed. Just because you're family, or friends or a child of God. Ya know?

This week my friend David (who's AWESOME) moved to Nashville. He's like my first college friend who has relocated to Nashville. Nashville is akin to Antebellum America and David represents like...FDR. It's kind of cool to have someone from your new life infiltrate your old. You know what i mean?

Here's another weird thing about my life right now...as of this week I officially don't know what anything in my future holds as far as work and living location next week. This weekend I'm going to an audition that I hope will nail me a job or two for the upcoming months. If it were the right situation it could be anywhere. Theatres in Florida, Georgia, Tennessee, the North (we'll lump that together), Disney, cruiselines...they will all be there hiring.

I've also recently recognized that my values in life are somewhat paradoxical. I value consistency but spontaneity. Commitment but freedom. Adventure but routine. Dependability but surprise. Marriage but singleness. The open road yet home. I think I've decided what i 'really want' in life will smack me in the face one day and I'll go "Ohhhh..."

Also, I've come to be a fan of politics. So weird right? Once upon a time I really could care less. This Presidential election is so fascinating to me. The history making candidates are so exciting. I hope the economy experiences an upturn after the election. I think it will. I think Sarah Palin is cool and I wish her daughter weren't pregnant. I know (on a suuuuper small scale) what it's like to be in a fish bowl and I'm thinking this situation suuuuucccckkkkssssssss for her. So I'm thinking of her. I'm impressed she is keeping the baby and manning up. I hope her mom is the VP. And I hope we get out of Iraq soon.

Do you think guys and girls can't be friends? I read a great article about the importance of same-sex friendships and I loved it until it was used against me. I think you can be friends with members of the opposite sex. I know intersex friendships can result in pain sometimes...and my heart really aches about that one. I know what it's like to feel rejected, hurt and disappointed. And I hate that anyone ever feels that way. Why can't we just be perfect, mmmmmm???

Whenever I finally have a yard of my own I'm gonna plant a garden.

Also, I've been chewing on the fact that my religion isn't about me. When I read the Bible I tend to read it like this:

(Hilary opens Bible)

Hilary thinks: Ok God, what do you want me to do?

When in fact I should be reading it like this:

(Hilary opens Bible)

Hilary thinks: Ok God, show me who you are!

See the difference?

I heard a great sermon on Sunday at Midtown Fellowship. I'm gonna point out some of my favorite points with my pointer finger to you (the pointee). I'm just kidding...i just got on a roll...anyway I was about to quote the message here but i want to get it exactly right which involves me going home and opening my journal. Ok...I'm going home before rush hour gets crunk...

01 September, 2008

Worry--The Opposite of Rest

Be strong and courageous, and act; do not fear nor be dismayed, for the LORD God, my God, is with you. ~ God is for me. ~ Stand true to what you believe. Be courageous. Be strong. ~ Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you wil eat or what you will drink...Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?...Do not worry...But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow. ~ When someone arrests you, don't worry about what you will say or how you will say it. At that time you will be given the words to say. But you will not really be the one speaking. The Spirit from your Father will tell you what to say. ~ My Spirit remains among you. Do not fear. ~ He will...strengthen you to the end. ~ [May he] establish your hearts unblamable in holiness before our God and Father, at the coming of our Lord Jesus with all his saints.
1 Chron 28:20; Ps. 56:9; 1 Cor. 16:13; Matt :25,27,31,33-34; Matt. 10:19-20; Hag. 2:5; 1 Cor. 1:8; 1 Thess 3:13

The very essence of anxious care is imagining that we are wiser than God. When we worry, we put ourselves in his place and try to do for him what he intends to do for us. --Charles Haddon Spurgeon

It is extraordinary what an enormous power there is in simple things to distract our attention from God. Refuse to be swamped with the cares of this life. --Oswald Chambers

Dreaming the dream of God is not for cowards. --Joey Johnson

Who Should You Vote For?


Some of us don't feel like we wholeheartedly agree with either candidate. I feel like I've chosen one but if someone were to ask me my opinion on every single platform issue I'm not sure I could give a good answer. This quiz helped me realize my weak points when it comes to what I actually know and/or care about the candidates. If you haven't picked someone or can't give solid detailed answers for WHY you're supporting one...take this quiz!

Deb Knoske Photography

Here's a few snapshots I got taken a couple weeks ago. Whoot!

23 August, 2008

Tales from a gypsy...

Important info!!!!!!!!

I am now a ChaCha (www.chacha.com) Guide. ChaCha is this fanfreakintastic FREE service where you text ChaCha (242-242) and ask her any question you have on your mind. ie: Who has won the most olympic medals in one Olympics? or When is the President and Mrs. Bush's wedding anniversary? or How many stars exist? or How much is a forever stamp worth? or How late does Blockbuster in Topeka, Kansas stay open?

Things like that.

Well now when you use ChaCha me (or hundreds of other people) just might be the one to do the research and answer your question! Yay!

2. No, this is not some new full time job. I am not making a career switch. I have actually been avidly auditioning since my contract at Mill Mountain ended. Now sounds like a good time for me to count the auditions I've attended. I love doing things like this...11! I've been to 11 in 9 weeks. Sick.

3. I've also gotten some new headshots taken!! I"m so excited. I've seen a few of the photographer's faves but I am still waiting on the cd of all of them (in part b/c it's being mailed to Nashville and I won't be back there for another week). You can check out Deb Knoske's fab fashionable work at Debknoskephotography.com.

4. A new musical is premiering in Rochester and eventually moving to Broadway based on Pride & Prejudice. My favorite novel + my favorite medium of art=bliss for hil.

5. I've been on the road for the past 5 weeks auditioning in various towns and villages. The suitcase life isn't so bad but I do prefer to at least be able to hang my clothes up. Wrinkles are just not cute.

6. On my travels I got to stop through NYC and visit with some fabulous friends. One such is my friend Shannon who just finished a 5 year stint on Broadway playing Tracy in Hairspray. Me and my best (guy friend) Patric were both inspired to strive for bigger and better. I really am learning that there are people in this world with big picture mentality and small picture mentality. I want to be one of the ones who sees the big picture and lives accordingly!!

Susie, Shannon, Cindy, Mike, Patric and I in Battery Park in NYC

06 July, 2008

it felt so wrong it felt so right doesn't mean i'm in love tonight...

I haven’t written a blog that was just stream of consciousness/not heavy in quiiite some time. So here we go.

I love a good list—so this shall be numbered.

1. The day I arrived back at home after spending 5 months in Roanoke working at Mill Mountain Theatre my dad gave me Welcome Home flowers. I don’t feel like the men in my life (maybe other than my dad. Ha.) know quite how wonderful/special/lovely it is to be given flowers—espesh on any occasion that is not Valentines Day or Opening Night. Now don’t get me wrong…flowers are alllways great but even greater on the random days. I love flowers because they are aesthetically pleasing, because there are never 2 identical arrangements, because they make a room smell so sweet, and because they signify special occasions. I love flowers.
2. My room here in Nash is a small disaster. I can only live in physical chaos for so long. For me fung shui is like, the real deal. I need my physical environment to be settled and centered for me to feel the same way. Kind of eastern of me? Yeah, probably.
3. My sister is back for 1.5 months from the ole UK and I couldn’t be happier. She’s truly adjusted to living over there and is far from homesick. While she loves us, she really finds life in Scotland more interesting than it is here. I’m so glad marriage didn’t bring the end of her adventurous days. Honestly for her I think it brought the beginning.
4. People keep asking me what’s next, where I’m living, what I’m doing, etc. In case you were wondering I’ll give you the standard answer:
One run-on sentence version: Eh, I don’t know we’ll see.
Concise phrase (as if it was for a journalism hw assignment): I don’t have plans beyond the first weekend in September. Between now and then I will be auditioning in Pennsylvania, New York, and Florida. If no offers have been made by mid-August I will begin doing part time work in Nashville with the hopes of a performing opportunity appearing at any moment.
The longer version for people who want the details and/or don’t understand the actor life:
In the life of an actor you have times when you’re working and making money and times when you’re auditioning and spending money. Right now I’m in the auditioning/spending time. Hopefully by mid-fall I’ll be in working/making time again—but you just never know. I have ideas about what I want to do and where I want to be but they’re ever evolving. For the next few months I know I want to pursue live acting. In the past 5 months I’ve learned that I have more talent then I once thought and that the thing about performing I love the most is making people laugh. If I could do that every day, dang it, I would. So the plan is to keep auditioning for awhile and thoughts I have that might be deemed ‘long term’ include grad school and a move to new york. We shall see friends we shall see.
5. I’m not trying to jinx any thing at all so I’m going to make only slight mention of the fact that I will be auditioning quite soon for my favorite show/role of all time that I would give money away to play. That is all for now on that.
6. I am trying to find a serene balance between wise and spontaneous.
7. I keep noticing this longing in my heart to go to Africa. Kind of random, right?
8. I’m reading a book right now called “A Whole New Mind” by Daniel Pink. Subtitle: Why right-brainers will rule the future. I’ve only read the first chapter but so far it’s really fascinating. First, the person who recommended it to me was Oprah. Second, it deals with the intersection of psychology, science and success.
9. Yesterday I got some pink patent leather wedges. If that’s not girly I don’t know what is.
10. I think the new Katy Perry song is sooooo catchy and I love it. (Yeah, you know the one.)

24 June, 2008

Why Self-Awareness and Self-Analysis Are Good

Jesus said this and Matthew wrote it down.

" Do not judge, so that you won't be judged. For with the judgment you use, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. Why do you look at the speck in your brother's eye but don't notice the log in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' and look, there's a log in your eye? Hypocrite! First take the log out of your eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother's eye. Don't give what is holy to dogs or toss your pearls before pigs, or they will trample them with their feet, turn, and tear you to pieces."

What I glean from this? In life, if I see an inconsistency in someone else or something off-putting or something that is disappointing or a decision that has reaped unfortunate consequences instead of pointing it out to the person who did it...I need to check myself and learn from it. I am only responsible for myself--the words I say, the choices I make. Life is too short to be remembered as the person who 'shamed' someone else.

21 June, 2008

11 June, 2008

Peter Pan Part 2

After 2 months of time, many a conversation, and what—14 comments? about Peter Pan I’ve decided to unpack some of my statements I made earlier. Some of them may have appeared sweeping, harsh, dense, and shallow. I’m aware of this. Trust me—you’ve made me aware of this.

When I say be “amazing” I don’t mean graduate and get a job that makes a lot of money.
One of the biggest misunderstandings of the Peter Pan blog was that money, success, and a white picket fence by 25 are THE things that I find attractive.

The point of the blog was to point out the seemingly common thread between a handful of guys in my life who primarily represent many, many characteristics I could want in a boyfriend/friend/inspirational speaker/husband. The one thing that they have in common is the extended adolescence that reflects in their choice to drag out college and avoid the scary thing that is adulthood and finding out if they'll be good at it or not. Now, of course, to each his own. If you want to graduate college at 31 that is your choice. But it’s also my prerogative to voice that I think it’s a better choice to finish undergrad education in a timely manner and move on to bigger and better. But it’s really truly not about a degree. It’s about some common fears that I see in guys in my generation.

The bottom line is that what attracts me to someone of the opposite sex is different at 23 than it was when I was 19.

If you seem to have a game plan, a dream for your life and you’re starting to make it happen I think it’s “amazing.”
When I was 19 I would’ve thought you were a wife-hunting crazy person who needed to relax.

If you care about politics and actually know how to defend your position on school vouchers I think that is “amazing.”
When I was 19 I thought apathy was cool and I would’ve thought your conversations about the deficit were boring.

If you have a personal and growing relationship with God where you are continually understanding deeper concepts about living out your faith I think that is “amazing.”
I would’ve thought that was amazing at 19. That one hasn’t changed. Hey!

If you've completed a post-high school degree program and are supporting yourself by using the skills and talents given to you by God and sharpened by an education I think that is "amazing."
When I was 19 I thought being 19 and living in the dorm was cool.

And if you have a life’s passion and are seeking to learn more about it, get better at it, or find some way to make a living by doing it I think that is “amazing.”
At 19 I only would’ve thought that was cool if it had to do with being emo, playing guitar, or being on Broadway. Now I think it’s cool no matter what you love. Finance? Sweet. Photography? Sick. Ebay? Do it to it.

I know in my own life I am far from perfect. FAR. I become increasingly aware of it on a daily basis. I’m grateful for grace and the fact that there is dignity in being human. One thing that helps keep my compass pointing north is the goal to be the kind of girl someone I find amazing would find amazing. So if you have any pointers throw them out. You owe it to me. I did it for you!

*And yes, if you think the word “amazing” is obscenely overused in this article I’ll agree with you.

02 May, 2008

In light of the events going on at home at Two Rivers one of the church members posted this video on his website. I found it so moving and I always meant to see this movie but haven't yet. Heroes ALWAYS have opposition. It really is cool to know that in this situation-my own dad is the hero. That's pretty cool.

23 April, 2008

Peter Pan

I’m in a stage of life I like to refer to as 23—free and sassy. Or fun and sassy. I haven’t committed just yet. Commitment isn’t a very popular word with many people in my social/age group. I’m generally very happy with my life. I love the opportunity to put my heart and soul and LIFE into something I’m passionate about: namely performing in live musical theatre. I’m happy to have the financial freedom to be able to travel to auditions when I need to and actually make a living by doing something that brings me sheer joy. I’m happy to have a degree and not have to worry about thesis statements and 500 word articles and midterms. I’m happy about being able to invest in whoever I want. I can talk to whoever I want on the phone for however long I want to. I can even pay someone mindless attention for one night. It’s all up to me. In a number of ways I am living the dream right now as I type this. Other dreams that I have in life I don’t exactly have control over—getting married, having a family. Those are things I want in my future. They could come soon or later. I don’t have a rigid preference because I know it’s not an area I can control. But they are certainly huge aspects of my definition of “living the dream.”
And one of my best friends, Leslie is living the dream in many ways too. Right now her office is in the White House. Ya know…the one on Pennsylvania Avenue? Every day she interacts with people who are going down in the history books. Her job is “Devil Wears Prada” meets “West Wing.” And it’s stressful but I’d venture to say it’s insanely fulfilling.
Both of us are smart. Both of us are pursuing dreams. Both of us are financially independent (ok, she is more than me but still). Both of us are confident. We know what we believe in. We vote. We donate. And we’d be more than happy to have guy friends (I’m not gonna say we even have time or energy for boyfriends) who are our age in that same place too. Successful. Happy. Looking toward the future. Informed. Spiritual.

Where are they?

That is the quandary I’ve been perplexed by as of late. I look around and I don’t know any guys who are the equivalent of my best friends. Where are the guys who are in their early—even mid—20’s and “have it all together”? Why has that become too much to ask? The Peter Pan syndrome is more prevalent than any of us knew. Why has “30 become the new 20” as one such Peter Pan said to me recently? Why is this ok? Why do we have this adolescentadulthood stage that is continuing on and on? Why can’t these guys finish school for goodness sake? What is so hard about deciding a concentration of study and taking a full load each semester and going to class and doing homework and getting the heck out of college? What is to fear about growing up, falling in love, asking a girl to marry?

Why are guys of this generation so freaking scared to grow up?

You want to date me? Or Leslie? Or some other girl that you think is “amazing”? Then become the guy who she thinks is amazing. It’s as simple as that. Get your act together.

21 April, 2008

Herein Lies the Happiest Movie Scene Ever

You can't help but let it brighten your day. :-)

07 April, 2008

The Grand Gesture

Today is Monday April 7th, 2008. 23 years and one day since I came on the scene. I had a fantastic weekend getting to perform and being surrounded by some of my best friends. Birthdays serve as a wonderful reminder that you are loved.
Now, I’m sitting in a Panera in Roanoke, Virginia. I came here to escape my apartment/dorm/orphanage living situation and to use the free wifi to get some work done on my new freelance job: inthemo.com. (←shameless plug)
I actually feel really blessed by the new job. I found it when I was casually perusing the NYC craigslist. They needed an editor with a bit of international travel experience. I replied and 2 days later the job was mine. It’s a perfect supplementary income. And it virtually came out of nowhere. I was told by a friend of mine who is a working actor in New York City that being able to afford life in New York shouldn’t be a fear of mine. He said “You’re smart, educated and sharp. Why should money and a job come difficult?” And so I found a job in New York—and I don’t even live there (yet).
And my main job. I love it. The past two months I’ve been in “The Stinky Cheese Man and other fair(ly) stooped tales.” It’s been remarkably fulfilling performing for audiences made up of children. I absolutely love it. This past week we began rehearsals for our next show “Tales From the Arabian Nights.” This show is also primarily for school age audiences. After that the Festival of New Works will take the stage. I was pretty stoked when I first got cast in the show. Then I got the script and saw that my character says a few choice words that I have a strong conviction I never have any business saying—as a character or in real life. I talked to a few Christian friends who are in the business and their advice was to stand up for what I believe and it’ll be honored. After all, it’s PC to respect someone’s religious beliefs. Right? Well, what I didn’t consider was that the show is going to be performed for the first time. As a result the director and playwright have no interest in changing lines. Not a one. And if that means changing casting, so be it. So today I dropped out of the show.
If you know me well you know that I HATE conflict. I flee from it. I hate rocking the boat. I hate offending people. I hate for people to be disappointed in me, frustrated with me, or to generally be unpopular. Some people can handle it—I can’t. I like being liked.
And today I made some people unhappy. People who couldn’t fathom why I can’t separate a script from real life. “Do you not understand the concept that it’s a character and not you? Do you not get what ACTING is?”
It was the grand gesture in my life thus far.
I’ve really never been in a position where I had to stand up for what I believed in. I mean certainly there have been times where I turned down smoking something or chose to avoid something I deemed wrong. But never have I been condescended because of it. Never was I made to feel like my choice was illogical. I knew I had a choice to make when I read the script. And I knew that compromising is a slippery, slippery slope. And I knew saying something disrespectful about our Creator is not something I could ever do while maintaining self-respect.
This whole year of being thrust into the ‘real world’ and being out of the ‘christian bubble’ has been one big learning experience. It’s been an ongoing process of truly deciding who I’m going to be. I can blend in with what is going on horizontally or I can decide to live with a vertical perspective. My eyes can be looking around or looking up. That is the choice. I was given the opportunity to make the grand gesture. And though unpopular with my directors and unpopular with some people I work with who don’t get my choice, I did what I had to do. I’m not sure what’s going to happen now. The theatre may keep me around and let me be in Into the Woods or they may not. But I know I can sleep soundly tonight and know that I didn’t compromise.
After all, I’m 23 years old. I decide now who I’m going to be the rest of my life.

24 March, 2008

Good and The Other Boleyn Girl

Saturday night I saw “The Other Boleyn Girl.” It is the story of a family: a father and mother and 2 daughters and 1 son. The father envisions great wealth and position for the family. The mother who descended from a family of power and chose to marry for love sees the virtue in having less in life. The sisters and brother have a closeknit kinship.
As the story progresses the family is literally torn apart by the choices they make in order to get ahead. Both sisters become impregnated with the king of england’s bastard children and towards the end of the film the brother George and sister Anne actually consider incest in order to cover up Anne’s miscarriage with the king’s child.
In the end both Anne and George are beheaded and the family is torn apart. The father dies in disgrace. Sister Mary moves on to her 2nd marriage and disconnects from her parents entirely. No one in the film is happy in the end. Everyone has been ravaged by sin, selfishness, lust, and greed.
The next morning I attended Easter services at church.
What a juxtaposition.
Saturday night I bore witness to evil in its sickest form. I saw lives ruined and disgraced because of sin. Leaving the theatre I felt overwhelmed. I felt like the world and its inhabitants were rather hopeless.
Sunday morning I was greeted with a message as opposite as any two messages.
Yes, we live in a world filled with hopelessness—that is, apart from the hope we have in Christ Jesus.
Only lives connected to His truth can make any sense, have any purpose, have any good in them.
What hope that though left to our own out of control whims and desires we literally destroy ourselves, but with the hope in Christ we can have not only abundant life daily on this earth but we can have assurance of everlasting hope and eternal life past the shores of Heaven.
I was reminded that the message of the Bible and the Cross is not “Get your lives fixed and then come to Christ. Get rid of your sin then you will be accepted into His kingdom.”
Far from it.
The message of Christ is that in no way are we capable on a human level in our own power to be good. We are selfish simple creatures. The joy and hope of Christ is that HE IS GOOD. So we are at a loss to try and scramble up a nice portrait of ourselves for Christ. The point of the cross is not to show Christ how we can be such “good Christians.” The message of the cross is to surrender daily to the love none of us truly deserve or have inherited because of our goodness. Praise God that there is hope. Praise God that He has the character that bestows such love and compassion on such dirty little selfish creatures as ourselves. Now I believe THAT is a hope to live for.

05 March, 2008

Are we destined for specific tasks?

“Then the word to the Lord came to me saying ‘Behold before I formed you in the womb I knew you. Before you were born I sanctified you. I ordained you a prophet to the nations.’ Then said I: ‘Ah, Lord God! Behold, I cannot speak, for I am a youth.’ But the Lord said to me: ‘Do not say, 'I am a youth,' For you shall go to all to whom I send you, And whatever I command you, you shall speak. Do not be afraid of their faces, for I am with you to deliver you,’ says the Lord. Then the Lord put forth His hand and touched my mouth, and the Lord said to me: ‘Behold, I have put My words in your mouth. See, I have this day set you over the nations and over the kingdoms. To root out and to pull down. To destroy and to throw down. To build and to plant.’ Moreover the word of the Lord came to me, saying, ‘Jeremiah, what do you see?’ And I said, ‘I see a
branch of an almond tree.’ Then the Lord said to me, ‘You have seen well, for I am ready to perform My word.’”
Jeremiah 1:4-12

Clearly the Bible is saying God decided to use Jeremiah in a specific way before Jeremiah was even an adult. Does God still do this? Is it only for prophets or people doing ministry? Or are we all destined for specific tasks? Are they all spiritual people-need-to-get-saved tasks? And does this only happen when people can audibly hear God saying things? It seems like Jeremiah audibly heard from God in this passage. Of course this has been translated a few times. And is the purpose of this passage to simply be inspired by God using someone young? Or is the reader supposed to take something from it and apply it to his or her own life? Is it right to read this and infer that God is "telling me to do _________"?

25 February, 2008

Reading the Bible...and actually thinking.

If then there is any encouragement in Christ, if any consolation of love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any affection and mercy, fulfill my joy by thinking the same way, having the same love, sharing the same feelings, focusing on one goal. Do nothing out of rivalry or conceit, but in humility consider others as more important than yourselves. Everyone should look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others. -Phillipians 2.1-4

2 thoughts:

1) What a sobering challenge in a "me first" world. If the beginning of humility is feeling completely inadequate and unqualified then maybe I'm getting somewhere...

2) Also, in politics, do a large portion of evangelicals feel no obligation to be compassionate as instructed in verse 4? Or are things like universal healthcare just enabling? Or is that just a convenient excuse?

23 February, 2008

Suicide and Beauty

My dear friend John is one of the most honest, inquisitive, feeling people I know. He wrote this:

Last semester in English class, I had argued that there was an element of beauty to be found in suicide. My friend Ashley and I had often joked that she had the "perfect suicide tub" in the "perfect suicide bathroom". Stark, cold, white, tile floors and walls. A vintage, white bathtub with clawed feet and a wrap-around curtain. All the scene needed was a trail of crimson red blood and a love story gone awry. Recently though, my romanticized views on suicide were confronted with the actual reality of suicide.

Last week, my 21 year old cousin, Joe, put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. His Dad, Joe Sr., found him in his bedroom when he returned home from work. He was so beside himself he couldn't speak for days. Last weekend, our family congregated in Philly for the funeral.

At the viewing hours, I "met" suicide. It was written on Joe Sr.'s face. He looked like a ghost. Tears rolled down his cheeks and his body shook a bit while he hugged the people who were quietly filing by. (What's to be said??) Suicide's overwhelmingly sad "presence" was palpable. One particularly moving moment was when my Uncle Tom, who has Down Syndrome, hugged his sister (my Aunt) and cried loudly. Even Tom, who is unable to think critically, could feel suicide for exactly what it was and is: ugly, unnatural and evil.

It was there, sitting in the chairs facing the casket during viewing hours, that my thoughts churned while tears fell: How can something be ugly unless there is a standard of Beauty? How can something be the unnatural and false unless there is a natural order and Truth? How can something be evil unless there is Good? So with no "evidence" other than my experience and feelings to consult, this modernist was startled to uncover the seeming necessity of absolutes or "objectiveness" in regards to Beauty, Truth and Goodness. I had considered these topics before, but never as absolutes. It was certainly an unexpected realization at an unlikely moment. I hurt for Joe Jr. I hurt for Joe Sr. I hurt for all the world in that moment. It all seemed so fucked up, backwards and fallen. I could see why Joe called bullshit on us humanoids blathering on about our sports and celebrities as if anything mattered when we're just distracting ourselves from the very obvious fact that EVERYTHING IS NOT ALRIGHT. From his perspective of no God, Joe's reasoning towards suicide is flawless and his resolve is admirable. We ought not cry, but applaud his success in stepping off the this carousel of absurdity. --But-- It is not the case that there is no God. I'd dare say it is clearly not the case. Turning to God brings life and order. Killing oneself brings the opposite.

Last year I argued passionately that beauty and goodness were subjective. I argued a lot of things that I've since recognized to be false. The fog continues to lift. At every turn, my wrong opinions are being righted and all is beginning to make sense in the world. God exists. Truth exists. Joy exists. Hope exists. Peace exists. Beauty most definitely exists. As the song that I linked at the top of this post questions, these things CAN be found. (Do you think you can find it? Do you think you can see it? Go ahead and scream it!) That song became an accidental theme song for the weekend. I listened to it over and over. My brother, Jeff, showed it to me and the words were hauntingly applicable. A lonely soul . . . questions of the heart . . . questions of fate . . . and the ultimate question: what do we need? We need God.

On Sunday, the day after the funeral, we were driving home when my Dad received a phone call from my Mom saying that Joe Sr. had just accepted Christ as his savior. Whaaat?! There was much rejoicing in the car. The contrast was profound: Joe Jr chose suicide and in doing so chose a wrong way, a lie and a death. Joe Sr chose Christ and in doing so chose the Way, the Truth and best of all: Life.


09 February, 2008

28 January, 2008

"If you do what's right God will show you what to do next." --Dad

25 January, 2008

22 January, 2008

It is 8:06 on Saturday night and I’m sitting on a plane flying somewhere over the east coast between Orlando, Florida and Baltimore, Maryland. I don’t really want to go to Baltimore but it was the only way I could get to Washington DC tonight. I’m meeting 4 of my best friends there to have a girls weekend. Leslie, who is one of the 6 most important people in my life, is there and I haven’t seen her since we graduated May of last year. I can’t adequately articulate how excited I am to see her. I missed the original flight I was going to take into DC tonight so I caught a flight (that left a full hour and a half late) that will take me to Baltimore where I’ll hop on a 10:45 train to DC. And I’m tired.

* * *

This past week my friend Patric and I have both been in Orlando. I planned this little excursion before I had even moved away in December. In November at the monthly open call for equity roles at Disney, one of the casting directors told me I would be a good fit for the High School Musical show. The show consists of highlights of the music from the 2nd movie. It’s upbeat, fun, pays well, and is an awesome opportunity to perform. Yes, I said “awesome.” Before I began taking voice lessons from Alexis Kramer I wouldn’t have dreamed of being cast in this show. The style sung is thoroughly pop with riffs and belting. But with a teacher who helped me to unlock things with my voice I never knew were possible came an assortment of new performing possibilities. Discovering untapped potential is one of the coolest things in the world. For reals. ☺

Yesterday, specific auditions were held at Disney to fill roles in the show. Presently they’re looking for immediate replacements. The show consists of 1 girl and 2 guy singers who host/star in the show. About 15 character performers fill the rest of the show—what you might call “Ensemble” and serve as dancers. What they do is similar to what I did in the summer of 2006 in “Fixin 2 Rain.” Lots of movement and lots of lip synching. Fun—but not my passion. If you keep up with me in real life, you know that in just a couple weeks I’m going to fulfill a contract I signed almost a year ago with Mill Mountain Theatre in Roanoke, VA. (Google it.) So, even if they were to offer me a contract right now (which could be) I couldn’t take it. In my contract with Mill Mountain I agreed to give them one month’s notice to fill my spot on the Mill Mountain Players. And even if it wasn’t in the contract, it’s just common courtesy. Why would I want to put them up a creek like that? It’s not a nice thing to do. I do know however, that casting directors at Disney have brains and memory. So why not knock their socks off and reappear at auditions next summer or fall with 4 more professional credits under my belt and 5 months of performing experience? I have a friend who auditioned last year in January and left Orlando for an out of town contract and received a call in May to begin rehearsals for Beauty and the Beast in June. I think I left them with a good memory of me. Mission. Accomplished.

To make the trip back to Orlando to audition more practical I decided to go back to job-o-loathe I did twice a week over the summer at then-MGM now “Disney’s Hollywood Studios” (though nobody calls it that) selling Disney merchandise.

The first day I was back I had to trapse about the park with a tray of toys (how’s that for alliteration?) strapped to my shoulders. Picture the guy at the baseball game selling beer or hotdogs. Now make him have curly red hair, tip the scales at a buck fifteen, and unhappily lugging around toys that could cause an early onset of arthritis…or a slipped disc…something unfortunate.
At the very same time that I was forced to mill around MGM with the tourists and hope they would trade me money for the toys, the precise show that I came to audition for was being performed only yards away. I barely escaped seeing people I knew who were dancing in it. Nobody needs to see me in my demoralized “Yes, the Mickey spinner is $15. No I can’t swipe your credit card” state. It’s just not necessary.
I probably sound like I was hating my life selling toys when I saw people living my hopes and dreams only feet away. And yes, I certainly felt pangs of “Don’t I have a degree? And self-respect? And talent? WHY am I doing this?” But even in the nonsense and the embarrassment I was thoroughly inspired.

Wouldn’t it be cool to start off as the little red head toy pusher and end up the star of the show?

There’s something to be said for the humility that comes with doing things you don’t like. I’ve noticed in my own life that I have difficulty doing things I don’t like or things I don’t prefer. I don’t like to get out of bed when it’s cold. I don’t like to change my plans. I don’t like this kid whining and screaming 2 rows behind me…right now.

But can we really appreciate the joys and successes without previously experiencing the pain and embarrassing failures?

How much more deeply satisfying will godly unselfish love be in my life after experiencing the backlash of disappointment?

How much more satisfying is it that I will be in a nationally esteemed theatre’s performance of “Into the Woods” after the still palpable sting of not being cast in the LU production?

How much more will I value having the economic means to buy my own house and car and insurance after a year of adulthood where I was lucky to make rent?

We must go to the depths to wholly experience the heights. And recognizing that truth while in the depths is merely the beginning of the ascension. So bring on the embarrassing pitfalls. I know spring comes after winter. And I think I’m about ready for it. It’s cold in Tennessee!

10 January, 2008

Things Learned in 2007

1. People can be blessed by you simply being an amazing roommate. Spring of 2007 I had the best roommate possible. Now don't get me wrong, I've had lots and lots and lots of roommates--many of which I would count as great friends but Dara Lyons rose above all in her ability to be an amazing roommate. Not only was she respectful of my things, my space, and every space we shared she was also extremely giving and unselfish. Any time she would cook she would be ready to share. She wrote me notes and left me small thoughtful gifts that she thought would brighten my day. She never kept a record of whose turn it was to clean the kitchen or take out the trash. If it needed doing and she was able to do it, she would. Her way of roommate-ing blessed me in a million ways. In Dara's life, actions really do speak louder than words. Her life truly speaks.
2. So many college or amateur performers are afraid of the "rejection" they fear they will experience in professional theatre. For the talented, this fear is completely unfounded. With a bigger pond comes more opportunity! In college each semester there are limited opportunities to perform--maybe 2 or 3 at the most. But in the real world, auditions and cast lists don't have near as much weight or importance because there is always another opportunity. There is always another audition. Actors have to be confident yet humble enough to handle rejection.
3. Lizards are EVERYWHERE in Florida. Who knew?
4. Leaving college isn't so bad. Facebook helps.
5. Asians leave fitting rooms a hot mess. I'm not trying to racial profile--but seriously. I worked at a high end retail store in Orlando, FL where I encountered international tourists on virtually a daily basis. Maybe in the far east they have different etiquette regarding dressing rooms. Here in the US it's NOT ok to try 25 items on and leave the $2000 worth of clothing in a pile on the floor. NOT ok.
6. British people are the nicest, most polite on earth. I've never encountered a rude brit. We could all take a cue from their people skills. Cheers!
7. Thick skin is an incredible asset gained from having to deal with ridiculous superiors.
8. I care about politics--when I feel like it makes a difference. Hooray for election years. And go Ron Paul. Donate!
9. I can get by on not much of an income, but $10 an hour is waayyyyy less than I thought it was.
10. If you think a guy might be gay, he really might be.
11. Having your script memorized before rehearsals begin is not only impressive, it's a necessity in displaying professionalism.
12. I would really like a job with 5 digits and benefits.
13. What you hear about people--when their reputations preceed them--may not be entirely true, but it's probably mostly true.
14. Nobody can or should tell you what you CAN'T do until your potential is TRULY tapped into.
15. Sometimes people will surprise you--but sometimes they won't.
16. The end is always the beginning of something else. And it may not be precisely what you were hoping for, but it's still most likely great--it's probably all in your perspective.
17. I don't buy in wholeheartedly to "The Secret" but I DO think people can sense if you're a "yes" person or a "no" person. "Yes" people are positive, optimistic, doers. They make things happen. "No" people always find a reason/excuse that something can't be done. They're watchers. Yes people experience more positive things in life. Everyone in life is either in the audience or on the stage. And everyone DESERVES to be on the stage of their own life! Hello! I've had so many people this year tell me how much they admire that I'm "making it happen" for myself. If I can, you can too!