Knocking on November’s Door

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Well, with Daylight Savings Time and Election Tuesday behind us and Thanksgiving Thursday and Black Friday coming up fast I definitely feel safely ensconced in November. The weather is still being a tad wishy-washy, not sure if it wants to remain crisp and cool or warm and humid, but fall is here to stay! It’s always a sharp slap in the face when the sun has vacated the sky after 5pm, especially considering that’s when I happen to go to work, but there really is nothing like this downhill journey to the end of the year.

I’m writing this month’s theme on very little sleep. I admit the time change always sends me through a loop, and my body is never really sure what it wants to do with itself, yet as I laid in bed ticking off the minutes my brain was rapid firing a to-do list for the upcoming weeks.

My poor Fall Firsts page, I have not forgotten you I promise. I’ve just been consumed with my various day jobs and a couple of one-off performances in between, to really focus on my fall bucket list. Lucky for me, I have until the winter solstice to check off as many of the items as I can.

Remember that exciting project I hinted at last month? Well, after finishing step one, and taking a prolonged, procrastination-riddled pause, I started back up last night and hope to finish the developmental stages of this by the end of the month. (Still keeping this under wraps until I’m further along).

Finally, the acting thing. The main reason why I decided to stay in New York City is to really find my footing in the performance world, whether that be on stage (my true love) or screen (a new friend). I have the tendency to approach my career in waves, completely focused for long spurts and then taking a nice “sabbatical” from the scene until ready to venture out again. While the last two projects I was involved with were wonderful experiences, I now yearn for more meaty and substantial projects. Hopefully, a new connection I’ve started to foster can grow into a meaningful relationship, helping me branch out and meet new people from all sectors of the theatre world, but performance is my true love, and it is time for me to give it the attention it deserves.

I am a-knock, knock, knock-in on November’s door and when December hits I will be prepared for 2015 a whole month early 🙂

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Wordy Wednesday

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Howdy All!!!

If you’re living anywhere near New York, you know that this morning it’s blisteringly COLD!!!! brrrr, the season of multiple layers, followed by sweating profusely on the subway, in the office and at any public establishment and returning home to wear sweatshirts, flannel pjs and socks is upon us (o joy). But that’s not the main theme of this post today hahaha.

In case you missed it, I am currently working over at Stella Adler Studio (my training studio) two nights a week with the Adler Youth 2 Outreach program. My friend Jason, who has made a few appearances in photos and posts in the past, is the fearless leader of these high school and college students as they tackle Shakespeare verse and text for the first time! As with all theater education programs, even while I’m helping newbies learn to maneuver in this art form, I always end up learning a whole lot about myself and get reinvigorated to continue with my pursuits in the profession.

Never has that been more true than last night, when my Tempest scene partner, Melvin, gave me a surprising compliment: “It was pretty courageous of you to come to school in New York wasn’t it?”

*zoom in on me… dumbfounded*

As soon as he said it, I was thrown off balance. My moving to New York was seen as a courageous thing to do?

Immediately I said to him: “Well I don’t know if it was courage necessarily. I auditioned for the program, I got accepted, my parents were willing to support me in whatever college choice I made, so I accepted my admission and moved to New York for school.”

Melvin replied: “Yeah but it’s different here compared to there [Mississippi]. Was it a hard transition?”

“Well, I was lucky because I came here for school, so I was immediately thrust into an environment where most of us were coming from somewhere else and had RAs leading us through the city helping us get acclimated.”

*and then the phone rang*

While our conversation was prematurely cut short, it definitely left me thinking about how my choices can be viewed by others. I never saw my decision to attend NYU as courageous, instead I saw it as the next step to achieve the goals and dreams I had for myself. So when I reexamine the path I have taken thus far, the only thing I can see is how truly blessed I have been and continue to be.

Blessed to have the upbringing I had. Blessed to be raised with two of the best parents in the world, handpicked for me by God to support, love and encourage me. Blessed to have a brother who had dreams as big as mine, who is making it in his chosen field and eager to assist me in any way he can. Blessed for the friends, NY family I have cultivated, and the jobs and gigs I have booked along the way.

So my courage is rooted in faith and the blessings that came as a result further buttress the fact that I have been called to do this and my talents should not be frivolously thrown aside.

Wow. Talk about a great rehearsal 😉

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Adler Youth 2 Program

 

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Letting Go

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Isn’t it funny how letting go can be one of the simplest, yet hardest things in the world to do? For the past few weeks, I have been steadily been on the path of letting go. Letting go of control, of people, feelings, and situations is something we all find ourselves doing at one point or another because we may feel that in order to move forward something must be left behind. Well I gotta tell you, letting go in this day and age seems especially difficult, what with Facebook and Twitter and text messaging and photo stream and blah blah blah. Even when I  may be feeling great, accomplishing so much, booking gigs, meeting new people and solidifying friendships, all it takes is a glimpse of somebody’s picture for me to want to reach out and basically start from scratch. 

I was having a conversation with a dear friend last night about such an occurrence, the difficulties you face when moving forward, the past you must reconcile with in order to come into the life God has waiting for you. Man! Talk about tough, but then again nobody said that life was easy now did they? (and if they did, clearly they were extremely naive, blessed or a bit of both). While I didn’t act on the impulse to reach out, it’s still there, teasing me. But what I do know is that it will pass, that better times are waiting for me and that, in all honesty, is what makes “letting go” worthwhile. 

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