Wordy Wednesday- Maintenance May

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Hello NYDreaming followers and family!

It has been AGES, (almost a year to be exact) since my last post on ye olde blog. That being said, 2016 and much of 2017 has been a whirlwind adventure. Both on the global and personal stage, changes have been rampant and it has definitely been a little difficult to juggle everything seamlessly in the air. That being said, I am a little under a month away from my 28th birthday and it got me thinking to what was missing in my life.

And naturally, my old Word Press account floated into my head!

It’s sometimes funny to think, that when I started this blog three years ago, it was out of necessity.

Necessary to leave my apartment. Necessary to not become bogged down with disappointment that I didn’t go to that audition or book that role, or follow up on that email. Necessary to find beauty in the grit and grime of New York City, the place I now fondly call home. Necessary to build new routines, go on new adventures, and just say “Hey, let’s see what happens, and try not to spend too much money.”

Suffice it to say, in the past 12 months there has been a shortage of DOWNTIME and as a result NYDreaming fell by the wayside. But like I always say when this occurs, dreaming is fine and dandy but acting on those dreams is what I always wanted in the first place!

Now back to the blog and my BIRTHDAY!!!

As the title of this post suggests, it’s Maintenance May for me. I never realized how much I missed a monthly theme, until I didn’t force myself to have one! LOL. This month, I’m really focusing on what makes me, ME! Taking time to fine tune the machine (working out and eating right), listening to what my heart and mind are telling me (blogging, journaling, and writing new poems), and making sure I’m in tip-top shape to change the world (pre-production and development for Shampagne season two). Acting is in no way on the back burner (melissamickens.com) and I’m hitting new benchmarks on the directing and teaching front at Stella Adler Studio!

Maintenance May is the undercurrent of the month because I want to finish 27 strong, so that 28 is just ready to pick up the baton and hit its stride.

June 8th, it will be wheels up back down to St. Thomas to ring in the day with my bestie, Cynthia! A time to fully relax, slow down and have some serious girl time with one of my very best friends, (the other will be getting a visit from me come fall, San Francisco I’m coming for ya!)

The post is wordy. The theme is in place. The world keeps spinning.

NYDreaming I missed you and so glad to be back.

Ciao,

M

Jumpin’ July

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We have hit the seventh month of the year everyone! Number 7! I don’t know about you but the first half of 2016 went by like a bullet train. I know the saying goes that the older you get the quicker time seems to rush by, but I’m not that old! LOL

May and June were a whirlwind of activity, dormancy and change.

  • The season finale of Shampagne was released.
  • I produced my first critically acclaimed off-off-off  broadway play (Thanks NY Times)
  • I directed my first full length production (#teachingartist)
  • I did a few readings and an awesome show at ANT Fest
  • Celebrated my grandmother’s 90th
  • Went to the Jersey shore for the first time

Those are the highlights, couple of lowlights too, but no one’s life is all ups all the time, right?

Anyhoo,

July 🙂

New month needs a theme, motivation, quotes and all that jazz. More than that, I realized that by not blogging, I actually wasn’t tracking my feelings either. This space is where I actually get to take a minute, breathe, and tune in to what I want for myself. A place to be honest and right now? I need that.

Cool. July! Here’s to you! May you be hot, steamy, challenging and fun 🙂

Ciao

 

Tuesday Thoughts

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Finishing the month with one more quote from The Alchemist, which I finished in a fever last week.

“And dreams are the language of God. When He speaks in our language, I can interpret what He has said. But if He speaks in the language of the soul, it is only you who can understand.”

“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”

I hope your life is incredibly interesting as you pursue your dreams on this last Tuesday of January 2015. Make it count.

Pulling Triple Duty (Wordy Wednesday)

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BREATHE…

i know that yesterday i conveyed that my life is moving at a crazy clip, and i thought today i would break it down a bit for you for this Wordy Wednesday. being able to say at the top of 2015, i am effectively wearing about four hats at a time, is a pretty awesome accomplishment. not only am i approaching my acting career with renewed vigor and focus, but i’m back in the teaching seat with my students over at Stella Adler and will soon set foot back on Riker’s Island. working with the Rising Circle Theater Collective now, i am exposing myself to the ins-and-outs of the not-for-profit theatre world, (grant writing, social media push, building community) and lest we forget, my day job is leering its head as well. talk about a whole bunch of responsibility! i am just chomping at the bit to give my all, placing my hands in the fire as it were, and marching forward with gusto and joie de vivre.

it’s so great to stretch every muscle that makes me a unique individual. calling upon my love of culture, of diversity, Shakespeare, the written word, the power of theatre, and the vitality of life and the human experience has already begun to shape 2015 into something truly spectacular, and the month isn’t even over yet. what whirlwind! so much in store, tons of which i don’t even know exist yet.

Ciao 🙂

Tuesday Thoughts

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IMG_7804miss: transitive verb, to discover or feel the absence of


i miss you.

it isn’t the physical missing that i feel, but its the constant presence of you.

sure, you’re in my thoughts, my days,

and i hate to admit aloud,

my dreams

but the nearness of you is what i miss

the way the air changes when you’re in it

how the electric spark is not as strong when you go missing

gone

not for long

only for a day, an hour, a moment

but the longing i feel compounds on top of itself and i wonder

is this what happens when you’re miles below the earth

or in deep, dark, unchartered waters

with no flicker of sunlight or starlight remind you of the sky

to discover or feel the absence of you is unfair

because none of these feelings would exist

if you hadn’t discovered

me

Wordy Wednesday

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An Etching —

it’s a softened slope

a warm canvas waiting for my paintbrush to fill it with movement, feeling and completion.

it has a mind of its own

a rhythm, a cadence, a time signature that is hard to understand

but as my study delves into its intricate layers, i find the the familiar

a gripping pulse that leads me to use my hands

giving my finger pads permission to explore on my terms

for its benefit.

a living, breathing form takes shape

the beat that lives within it begins to capture my heart

including me in its breath

“breath” being the only word i can think to describe it

because once it has taken hold i barely give it a second thought

i have already acknowledged it has burrowed into my skin

preparing its new home for your paintbrush, your vision, your melody

the painting you choose to etch into my body, my heart, my soul

Tuesday Thoughts

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“No one can tell you what lies ahead, least of all those who remain behind. One thing, however, they can assure you of is that it’s not a round trip. Try, therefore, to derive some comfort from the notion that no matter how unpalatable this or that station may turn out to be, the train doesn’t stop there for good. Therefore, you are never stuck– not even when you feel you are; for this place today becomes your past. From now on, it will only be receding for you, for that train is in constant motion. It will be receding for you even when you feel that you are stuck…So take one last look at it, while it is still its normal size, while it is not yet a photograph. Look at it with all the tenderness you can muster, for you are looking at your past.”

Margaret Bradham Thomas, Charleston: A Novel