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I'm Ready.

1/30/2013

Since my birthday is in January, I always start my New Year right after. I first rang it on on closing night of my show with oysters and champagne. I can DEFINITELY get used to that. I've decided to take it as a sign of things to come for 2013!

Now it's time to buckle down and use my successes of 2012 to push me even further. 2012 was great to me. I worked harder than ever before and did some amazing projects. Now all I want is MORE MORE MORE!! I'm ready to give it my all to GET it all. I'm ready.

I want to be FEARLESS.

I want to SPARKLE.

I want to SURPRISE everyone, including myself!

I will OWN YOU, 2013!

BRING IT.

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How a Concert became a Metaphor for My Life

7/3/2012

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If you receive my email updates, you know that I am kind of in love with a young up and coming musician named Ed Sheeran. (If you aren't receiving my email updates, why not?? They're fun!) I was lucky enough to see him in concert a few weeks ago. He's crazy talented live and while I realized I would have a good time, what I DIDN'T realize was how the entire process of seeing the concert would turn out to be a pretty apt metaphor for my life, particularly in regards to my career.

Bear with me here. I came up with this at 3am and it seemed incredibly deep at the time. Now that I've written it out, it seems a little silly, but I'm sticking by it. Because that's how I do.

Just as I have been inspired by talented actors, writers, and filmmakers which led me to the desire to be an actor myself, I was inspired by Sheeran's talent and desired to see him play live (told you it would be silly). It seemed impossible (tickets were sold out, scalpers were charging 6 times as much on Stubhub (I still don't know how that site is legal), I had no one to go with me), Just like sometimes it seems impossible that I will ever "make it" as an actor (the sheer number of people, the fact that I'm starting out so late in my life, questioning if I'm even good enough, etc).

But I didn't care- I wanted it, so I was going after it. I went to the venue in the hopes that maybe a concert goer would happen to have an extra ticket for me to buy at face value, but it turns out I didn't have to worry about that. They still had $20 tickets at the door- much easier than I expected (and cheaper since there was no ticketmaster fee)!

I have been trying to be more fearless as an actor lately. I have made phone calls to people, asked questions and for help, I've replaced certainty with curiosity (Certainty= "the concert is completely 100% sold out" or "this casting director doesn't have any roles for me". Curiosity = "What happens if I show up at the venue?", "What if the Casting Director's NEXT project has a role I'm right for?") I've been doing all of this and guess what? I'm not dead! Which ALREADY makes it easier than my heart palpitations would have led me to believe. That in and of itself makes it easier than I expected.

When I got to the concert, I looked around and was pretty sure I was the oldest person there that wasn't a parent- which is often how I feel at auditions and classes. But you know what? It didn't matter. I had what I wanted and I had an absolute BLAST. I enjoyed every second of it and gained a deeper respect for him as an artist.

Best Part? All the trouble I went through to get it made it all the better. Look!! I learned a lesson!

So, I guess I have no choice. I gotta keep at it until I make it. Oh, and friends, it will be sweet. I'm excited. :)

Thank you, Ed Sheeran and Bowery Ballroom. You've given me the silliest, yet incredibly apt metaphor ever.

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Falling Slowly

4/22/2012

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I cry every time I see a good Broadway show, usually within the first five minutes. I get this ginormous smile on my face and the tears start flowing. Wednesday was no different.

I'd been wanting to see Once the Musical since it was Off Broadway, but I just could never see it. Finally it made the move to the Bernard B. Jacobs Theatre....and I still couldn't get to see it. It was just one of those things: when I had the money, i didn't have the time. When I had the time, I didn't have the money. After hearing so many people say again and again how good it was, I said enough is enough and dragged my bum out to finally see it.

Now, I have never seen the movie it's based on. I honestly never had any desire to despite the fact that I've had the soundtrack ever since the day it came out (side note: I will never ever feel cool enough to say that an album "dropped". Never). I just assumed it was a love story with beautiful music.

The show began before the lights even went down with the cast all jamming out on stage with their various musical instruments. You could just see the passion and joy pouring out of each and every one of them. They truly are living their dreams. That's what gets me each and every time. It's a quality I fall in love with over and over and over again whether it's in a person or a show or a performance or anything really. That passion, that pure LIFE exuding from every pore. When Steve Kazee took the stage for his first heart-wrenching number, he took everything up a step further. Technically it wasn't a joyful song, but the passion and life were all there. The tears, they came. As soon as I left the theatre, I bought the cast recording so I could remember that feeling.

This is exactly what life is. This is how it should be. Far too often I intellectualize moments and feelings to save my heart. My God, I am so very guilty of that. But what exactly am I saving myself from? I need to start living my life like I do in the first five minutes of a Broadway show. I need to feel that passion and joy and life in everything around me and feed it back into others. I'll try not to let myself cry TOO much (I have blonde eyelashes. Mascara is very important), but I will not keep that ginormous smile off my face.

Thank God for music, for its healing powers. And thank you, Once. Thank you for reminding me to be brave.

Thank you for letting me fall in love again.

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How a Concert became a Metaphor for My Life

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