This really struck me when I saw it shared multiple times on Facebook this morning (I have a lot of theatre friends, once a theatre-related article or blog post gets going, we single-handedly make it internet famous).
Here's the link!
Things I Wish I Had Been Told In Theatre School
It seriously is enlightening, especially to anyone pursuing this as career.
Enjoy!
Monday, September 9, 2013
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Eleven Questions
This, though.
Click on the link.
Read the questions.
Think.
This article definitely made me do so, and if you're interested, below are my answers.
1. My friends do bring me life. In fact, sometimes I start to panic when my two closest friends are busy and I have nothing to do but spend time with my wiener dog. "Do I have enough friends?!?!" This is a weird worry, but it definitely plagues me ... then I remember, that it's not quantity but
quality. I only want to be surrounded by people that support me, love me, hold me, and inspire me.
Everybody else?
2. Who inspires me the most ... is kind of a difficult question, seeing as I have like 3,000 different answers. The top few probably look kind of like this:
4. Yes! I'm fun! But I don't do the dishes, ever. And my method of "dealing with" a rough day is to make food, take it to my bed, turn on a TV show or a movie, and turn myself into neutral. This probably isn't the most friendlyyyy approach, but sometimes talking through my "stuff" is less appealing than food and TV in bed. I think as long as I'm able to recognize these flaws (and more, I'm sure) and successfully work through them with someone, I'd be an OK roommate.
5. Sometimes I love from my insecurities. Especially in Theatre. Recently I went to NY (another blog post to comeeee get exciiiiiited) and in the middle of Kinky Boots, as I watched Annaleigh Ashford blow my mind, I realized that mostly with females, I have a lot of trouble admitting that someone is better than me. Haha, I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's like I lose some of my own talent when I admit that a female has a better voice, better dance capacities, or is a better actor. I had no problem letting my jaw touch the floor when Billy Porter was on stage, but it was seriously hard for me to see a female be better than me (um, it's Broadway, even the swings are better than me and I'm still all huffy). Luckily, non-theatre related things are easier for me to approach loving from my strengths, but I need to work on the former.
11. At 29 years and 364 days, if I have accomplished just one thing, what do I want it to be?
If you only had the choice to accomplish just one thing in your twenties, what would it be? How do you take one step toward that today? Our twenties can feel like trying to walk with shoes covered in fast-dry cement, so how do we keep moving forward? Is it a phone call to ask for an informational interview? Is it asking a crush out on a date? Is it making an appointment with a counselor? What’s one small thing you can do today so that you can go even further tomorrow?
This question stresses me out. I'm going to be 23 in October, so I have a whiiiile to figure this out, at least, but I definitely have some bucket-list things I'd like to check off before I turn 30. Here's a small list, just to get me going, that I may continue to amend:
Click on the link.
Read the questions.
Think.
This article definitely made me do so, and if you're interested, below are my answers.
1. My friends do bring me life. In fact, sometimes I start to panic when my two closest friends are busy and I have nothing to do but spend time with my wiener dog. "Do I have enough friends?!?!" This is a weird worry, but it definitely plagues me ... then I remember, that it's not quantity but
quality. I only want to be surrounded by people that support me, love me, hold me, and inspire me.
Everybody else?
Speaking of friends who inspire me: check out my best friend's new blog! Shameless plug? Nbd.
2. Who inspires me the most ... is kind of a difficult question, seeing as I have like 3,000 different answers. The top few probably look kind of like this:
My Mom
I hope I inherit her eternal good humor, work ethic, and fierce fashion choices.
My Dad
He pushes me to follow my dreams, no matter the cost, and that lesson is priceless.
Sutton Foster, Billy Porter, Lea Salonga, and a slew of successful Broadway performers
I'm inspired by talent, perseverance, fierce belting, and them never letting go of their dream to create a career out of performing.
3. I LOVE ALL MOVIES. I'm notorious for liking rom-coms and witty comedies the best. Something with a lot of romance and humor intertwined: I think this implicates that I am a very emotionally connected person (who cries a lot) and also very in touch with the humor of any situation. I love love love to laugh (and cry) and have super conneceted relationships. One of my favorite TV series that I binge watch (seeing as I own all 6 seasons and both movies, it's nbd) is Sex and The City. I think the idea of 4 women, connected through thick and thin, and going through life finding humor, love, pain, new challenges, and turning to each other resounds with me.
4. Yes! I'm fun! But I don't do the dishes, ever. And my method of "dealing with" a rough day is to make food, take it to my bed, turn on a TV show or a movie, and turn myself into neutral. This probably isn't the most friendlyyyy approach, but sometimes talking through my "stuff" is less appealing than food and TV in bed. I think as long as I'm able to recognize these flaws (and more, I'm sure) and successfully work through them with someone, I'd be an OK roommate.
5. Sometimes I love from my insecurities. Especially in Theatre. Recently I went to NY (another blog post to comeeee get exciiiiiited) and in the middle of Kinky Boots, as I watched Annaleigh Ashford blow my mind, I realized that mostly with females, I have a lot of trouble admitting that someone is better than me. Haha, I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's like I lose some of my own talent when I admit that a female has a better voice, better dance capacities, or is a better actor. I had no problem letting my jaw touch the floor when Billy Porter was on stage, but it was seriously hard for me to see a female be better than me (um, it's Broadway, even the swings are better than me and I'm still all huffy). Luckily, non-theatre related things are easier for me to approach loving from my strengths, but I need to work on the former.
6. Things I'm Talented At:
Theatre
Tap Dance
Making friends
Small talk
Peeing super lightning fast
Directions/maps
Tying a cherry stem into a knot
Things I Suck At (Am Not as Talented At):
Cooking anything
Contemporary/Lyrical dance
Keeping my feelings off of my face
Lying
Remembering things
Keeping on top of my fitness/working out
7. I love love media ... social media (duh, I'm writing a blog right now).
Also, movies and Television. I literally feel like I could review movies for a living and be happy.
Also, obvi, Musical Theatre and Theatre. I'm sorrrrrrta doing that for a living now, because I teach Musical Theatre, Tap, and Ballet/Tap to kids and then do theatre part-time, so I'm at least headed in the right direction!
8. My own insecurity. Fear of failure. Money, the lack of it. And a weak sense of conviction.
9. Negotiables:
Where I live
Money
Non-negotiables:
People in my life I care about staying a constant
(family, boyfriend, friends)
Not feeling stuck
10. Injustice! Hate it! Also, I recently watched Blackfish and died. That's another example of injustice, but I really hate ignorant people making choices for animals or other people who can't control the outcome of their own life.
Also, children, illness, and misfortune when undeserved.
I like the way this is phrased, so I'm copying the question:
11. At 29 years and 364 days, if I have accomplished just one thing, what do I want it to be?
If you only had the choice to accomplish just one thing in your twenties, what would it be? How do you take one step toward that today? Our twenties can feel like trying to walk with shoes covered in fast-dry cement, so how do we keep moving forward? Is it a phone call to ask for an informational interview? Is it asking a crush out on a date? Is it making an appointment with a counselor? What’s one small thing you can do today so that you can go even further tomorrow?
This question stresses me out. I'm going to be 23 in October, so I have a whiiiile to figure this out, at least, but I definitely have some bucket-list things I'd like to check off before I turn 30. Here's a small list, just to get me going, that I may continue to amend:
Theatre 20s Goals:
Book a cruise contract
Work on said cruise
Book a National Tour
Appear as Elle in Legally Blonde
Work on my nasal belt and really get it down pat
Dance dance parle dance (until I'm nailing it!)
Broadway or West End (depending on where I end up)
Life 20s Goals:
Get Married
Be able to comfortably afford said wedding
Speaking of money, get to a really good spot financially
Invest and Save for retirement
Be working somewhere fulfilling (day job)
Get fiiiiiiiiiit
Run in a marathon or fun-run
Really get in tune with my body and be healthy
Stop doing annoying 20s habits (you know what you are)
Invest time and energy in my family, friends, and assorted relationships
There it is! I feel like I better get crackin', I only have 7 years and 32 days........
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Student Loans: (also see) Maybe I Should Have Really Considered Not Going to College
Ok, but seriously though.
But not.
Because I'm extremely thankful for my education. And my diploma looks awesome in its snazzy Hobs Lobs frame/matting/shadowboxed tassel done by yours truly.
However ... student loans?
They make me feel like THIS.
Straight up. Zooey knows.
My little bit of heaven this week: in addition to my lumped-together loan package that I'll literally be paying off until I'm 34, one of my random loans wasn't in that package. Meaning, I didn't really know about it until today. Hence, I received a YOU SUCK YOU SUCK YOU SUCK letter telling me I was 90 days delinquent and owe a lot of money and need to get my shit together. Um, you don't have to remind me that my life is a weird crazy roller coaster OKAY. I am fully aware of my idiocy. I like to revel in it, make scrapbooks, the whole thing.
Anyway, I owe lots of money. It's a thing. My only choice is to be a big girl for now, but look forward in wild anticipation to the moment when I pay my last penny to the government and can immediately jump into a bathtub full of frozen margarita in celebration. HaHA! Or something equally incredible! Because then I will have reached my wise wise 30s where I know all and budget and do astute, important things and rarely get my adult card revoked.
Can't wait.
But not.
Because I'm extremely thankful for my education. And my diploma looks awesome in its snazzy Hobs Lobs frame/matting/shadowboxed tassel done by yours truly.
However ... student loans?
They make me feel like THIS.
Straight up. Zooey knows.
My little bit of heaven this week: in addition to my lumped-together loan package that I'll literally be paying off until I'm 34, one of my random loans wasn't in that package. Meaning, I didn't really know about it until today. Hence, I received a YOU SUCK YOU SUCK YOU SUCK letter telling me I was 90 days delinquent and owe a lot of money and need to get my shit together. Um, you don't have to remind me that my life is a weird crazy roller coaster OKAY. I am fully aware of my idiocy. I like to revel in it, make scrapbooks, the whole thing.
Anyway, I owe lots of money. It's a thing. My only choice is to be a big girl for now, but look forward in wild anticipation to the moment when I pay my last penny to the government and can immediately jump into a bathtub full of frozen margarita in celebration. HaHA! Or something equally incredible! Because then I will have reached my wise wise 30s where I know all and budget and do astute, important things and rarely get my adult card revoked.
Can't wait.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Zoey's wild ride
So, some info on my little nugget.
Zoey is a 2 (almost 3) year old mini dachshund/chiweenie mix. I got her a month or two ago, and have fallen so far in love, I don't even know how to explain it. She is not only adorable (have you seen the tongue?), but she is also sweet, funny, and has attached herself at my hip. Dachshunds are known for being very loyal and often pick one person as their "favorite". That person is me.
From Day 1 of adoption, Zoey somehow knew I was her Mom and would hide behind me when she was scared, and always chose my lap first. This was immediately the most heart-warming thing in the world, so I bonded right back!
We have a very special mom-of-a-wiener-dog and wiener dog bond, and I'm looking forward to many more adventures with this little one. Just NOT adventures like this one:
So, I'm driving home from work with Zoey, who love love loves the car. She jumps directly in the car when I open the door, loves hopping from front seat to back seat and digging at the seats, loves perching on my lap and poking her nose out the window, just loves it.
I didn't think the whole rolled-down-window/dog-pokes-her-nose-out thing was potentially life-threatening, until this happened, however. So, Zoey is on my lap, and the window is rolled 3/4 of the way down. She has her face out the window and her little paws perched on the side of the door. Keep in mind, Zoey is 5.5 pounds, so she's teensy. I'm approaching the intersection where my apartment is located, so I roll the window down a little more. Now we're about 7/8 of the way down ... because as we drive (at the allotted 15 mph) through the apartment maze to get to ours, she loves to perch a little higher/stick her nose out a little further and patrol, barking at all the neighborhood dogs/people/leaves/cars.
So, we're turning into the apartment and Zoey hops up further, this time with her back legs on my arm ... my Mommy instincts are going wild, as I sense she's rearing to jump, and I yell "ZOEY!" right as she sails directly out my driver's side window.
Horrified, I slam on the breaks, because she's made a truly terrifying squeak/squeal noise when she hit the pavement. Shit shit shit shit I've killed my dog. My little baby wiener dog is dead. She hit the pavement. I ran over her. I'm the worst mother in the world. I hate everything. I slam the car into park (remember, I'm still smack dab in the middle of the intersection. At this point, the other cars are just going to have to maneuver around the butt of my car, because HELLO MY WIENER DOG IS IN DANGER) and fling my seat belt off. I see Zoey, sort of walking slowly toward me, rapidly looking back and forth and licking her tongue in and out. I'm still freaking out, and I run to her and grab her and proceed to hold her for the next 20 minutes. She seems to be okay (even though Mom needs CPR and some Xanax), and I clear my car out of the intersection, as to not cause any more drama then has already been caused.
We get home, and Zoey seems to be doing okay. She just keeps licking her mouth, and me, and herself, and the car ... I'm assuming this is her coping mechanism, and she knows she somehow went through something traumatic and needs to "fix" it. She didn't hop out of the car, like she usually does when I open my door, but do you blame her? We snuggled on the couch, and she propped herself into a little pillow throne before promptly falling asleep. Poor little pumpkin! It's like the stress of the entire situation prompted her into sleeping for half an hour.
I continued to check her periodically, but she seemed perfectly fine, just a little shell-shocked.
This is a Zoey selfie from today, good as new.
Zoey is a 2 (almost 3) year old mini dachshund/chiweenie mix. I got her a month or two ago, and have fallen so far in love, I don't even know how to explain it. She is not only adorable (have you seen the tongue?), but she is also sweet, funny, and has attached herself at my hip. Dachshunds are known for being very loyal and often pick one person as their "favorite". That person is me.
From Day 1 of adoption, Zoey somehow knew I was her Mom and would hide behind me when she was scared, and always chose my lap first. This was immediately the most heart-warming thing in the world, so I bonded right back!
We have a very special mom-of-a-wiener-dog and wiener dog bond, and I'm looking forward to many more adventures with this little one. Just NOT adventures like this one:
So, I'm driving home from work with Zoey, who love love loves the car. She jumps directly in the car when I open the door, loves hopping from front seat to back seat and digging at the seats, loves perching on my lap and poking her nose out the window, just loves it.
I didn't think the whole rolled-down-window/dog-pokes-her-nose-out thing was potentially life-threatening, until this happened, however. So, Zoey is on my lap, and the window is rolled 3/4 of the way down. She has her face out the window and her little paws perched on the side of the door. Keep in mind, Zoey is 5.5 pounds, so she's teensy. I'm approaching the intersection where my apartment is located, so I roll the window down a little more. Now we're about 7/8 of the way down ... because as we drive (at the allotted 15 mph) through the apartment maze to get to ours, she loves to perch a little higher/stick her nose out a little further and patrol, barking at all the neighborhood dogs/people/leaves/cars.
So, we're turning into the apartment and Zoey hops up further, this time with her back legs on my arm ... my Mommy instincts are going wild, as I sense she's rearing to jump, and I yell "ZOEY!" right as she sails directly out my driver's side window.
Horrified, I slam on the breaks, because she's made a truly terrifying squeak/squeal noise when she hit the pavement. Shit shit shit shit I've killed my dog. My little baby wiener dog is dead. She hit the pavement. I ran over her. I'm the worst mother in the world. I hate everything. I slam the car into park (remember, I'm still smack dab in the middle of the intersection. At this point, the other cars are just going to have to maneuver around the butt of my car, because HELLO MY WIENER DOG IS IN DANGER) and fling my seat belt off. I see Zoey, sort of walking slowly toward me, rapidly looking back and forth and licking her tongue in and out. I'm still freaking out, and I run to her and grab her and proceed to hold her for the next 20 minutes. She seems to be okay (even though Mom needs CPR and some Xanax), and I clear my car out of the intersection, as to not cause any more drama then has already been caused.
We get home, and Zoey seems to be doing okay. She just keeps licking her mouth, and me, and herself, and the car ... I'm assuming this is her coping mechanism, and she knows she somehow went through something traumatic and needs to "fix" it. She didn't hop out of the car, like she usually does when I open my door, but do you blame her? We snuggled on the couch, and she propped herself into a little pillow throne before promptly falling asleep. Poor little pumpkin! It's like the stress of the entire situation prompted her into sleeping for half an hour.
I continued to check her periodically, but she seemed perfectly fine, just a little shell-shocked.
This is a Zoey selfie from today, good as new.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Fruititarian Week
So, I really don't enjoy stressing out over my calorie intake. Or working out, particularly (understatement of the century). However, I do enjoy feeling healthy and taking small steps to ensure that I'm taking care of myself.
Other things I enjoy: fruit! I frickin' love fruit. Ergo, I decided to embark on a little week-long experiment and see if I could be a fruititarian for a week. Of course, adding in some protein and other slip ups, but trying my best to stick to it and give my body a break from a week of processed food. If I officially call it a diet, I'll abandon it flat - but I do like the idea of giving the 'ol bod a break.
I got kind of inspired to do this based off of the blog I discussed in my last post, and his experience with eating lots of fruit.
Monday:
Breakfast: grapes
Lunch: see, this is where I screwed it up. Due to a mix up with work and a lack of time to get to HEB to buy produce, I went through the Taco Bell drive through, and reminded myself this was only Day 1. I'm allowed to suck a little sometimes, and it wouldn't be my experiment if I didn't have my 'cheat day' on Monday.
Dinner: 2 turkey dogs for me, 1 turkey dog for Zoey (I had officially made this my cheat day so oh well ... did I mention I'm not great at dieting?)
Snack: banana and peanut butter
Tuesday:
Breakfast: banana and lemon water
Lunch: banana slices, blackberries, grapes, apple juice, slices of turkey and ham (see? I'm getting the hang of it now)
Dinner: an entire cantaloupe (I AM WOMAN) and clementines + moscato ... which, plus side to eating mostly fruit, you get drunk quiiiickly.
Snack: apple slices and peanut butter
Wednesday:
Breakfast: banana and peanut butter
Lunch: Mango, cucumber, grapes, and turkey/ham
See... this is when I began to realize, if this was a diet? I could definitely make this work. I feel like with regular "diets" of limiting calorie counts, low carb food, nonfat stuff, etc etc etc, it just stresses me out and make me want to eat MORE. I did the Special K diet once with my roommate and thought I was dying. Fruit? Especially eating as much fruit as I'd like? I can do.
Dinner: a package of lean turkey and mustard and a tangelo w/ Sweet Leaf Tea
Snack: ok, this was sort of cheating but it totally has fruit all over it so it sorta counts.
Thursday:
Breakfast: sliced banana and blackberries w/ orange juice
Lunch: grapes, ham/turkey, nectarine slices and apple juice
Dinner: tangelo and a package of ham/mustard
Snack: Mint chocolate chip ice cream (my vice...)
Friday:
Breakfast: grapefruit and sugar (I'm not gonna brave it without sugar, bitch please)
Lunch: ham/turkey with mustard (which, coincidentally has 0 calories. I just like mustard a lot)
Dinner: TORCHY'S TACOS. I was good all week, so I went out. It was straight up food porn.
Snack: Shiner ruby redbird ... If you can count that as an evening snack?
Saturday:
Breakfast: clementines
Lunch: (running out of produce, finally!) cucumber slices, tangelo slices, the last of the ham and turkey with mustard and a Sweet Leaf Peach tea. Chya.
Dinner: Smoked Sirloin at Tx Land and Cattle with Mom! You're never too old for Mom to go on dates with Mom. Srsly. We had several appetizers to share (crab cakes, chips/steak queso) and their yummy bread. Oh, and a laaaaarge Dos Equis. It was the end of the week, time to celebrate!
Sunday:
So, I suck a little and forgot to document Sunday's meals. As I'm writing this a bit later, I'm not sure what I had. I do know that I had some produce left and finished it off, which included a mango and some grapes. Oye.
What I learned:
Diets are hard. Even when you don't call something a "diet", your body (and mind) knows that you're limiting yourself and could be nom-ing cookies or something, and instead you're having cantaloupe. Luckily, I do really like fruit. And with the protein from the ham and turkey, it wasn't half bad. I felt a little healthier. I didn't really lose weight, I don't think, as I didn't weigh myself. However, if I continued this for a longer period of time, then I bet I would start to see some results!
A quick note, after the fact:
I did continue this trend of fruit-heavy lunches, with some Chiobani greek yogurt for breakfast for 3 weeks following! Dinners is where I kind of did whatever. I need to get better at actually cooking so that I'll be inspired to go home and try something.
Other things I enjoy: fruit! I frickin' love fruit. Ergo, I decided to embark on a little week-long experiment and see if I could be a fruititarian for a week. Of course, adding in some protein and other slip ups, but trying my best to stick to it and give my body a break from a week of processed food. If I officially call it a diet, I'll abandon it flat - but I do like the idea of giving the 'ol bod a break.
I got kind of inspired to do this based off of the blog I discussed in my last post, and his experience with eating lots of fruit.
Monday:
Breakfast: grapes
Lunch: see, this is where I screwed it up. Due to a mix up with work and a lack of time to get to HEB to buy produce, I went through the Taco Bell drive through, and reminded myself this was only Day 1. I'm allowed to suck a little sometimes, and it wouldn't be my experiment if I didn't have my 'cheat day' on Monday.
Dinner: 2 turkey dogs for me, 1 turkey dog for Zoey (I had officially made this my cheat day so oh well ... did I mention I'm not great at dieting?)
Snack: banana and peanut butter
Tuesday:
Breakfast: banana and lemon water
Lunch: banana slices, blackberries, grapes, apple juice, slices of turkey and ham (see? I'm getting the hang of it now)
Dinner: an entire cantaloupe (I AM WOMAN) and clementines + moscato ... which, plus side to eating mostly fruit, you get drunk quiiiickly.
Snack: apple slices and peanut butter
Wednesday:
Breakfast: banana and peanut butter
Lunch: Mango, cucumber, grapes, and turkey/ham
See... this is when I began to realize, if this was a diet? I could definitely make this work. I feel like with regular "diets" of limiting calorie counts, low carb food, nonfat stuff, etc etc etc, it just stresses me out and make me want to eat MORE. I did the Special K diet once with my roommate and thought I was dying. Fruit? Especially eating as much fruit as I'd like? I can do.
Dinner: a package of lean turkey and mustard and a tangelo w/ Sweet Leaf Tea
Snack: ok, this was sort of cheating but it totally has fruit all over it so it sorta counts.
Thursday:
Breakfast: sliced banana and blackberries w/ orange juice
Lunch: grapes, ham/turkey, nectarine slices and apple juice
Dinner: tangelo and a package of ham/mustard
Snack: Mint chocolate chip ice cream (my vice...)
Friday:
Breakfast: grapefruit and sugar (I'm not gonna brave it without sugar, bitch please)
Lunch: ham/turkey with mustard (which, coincidentally has 0 calories. I just like mustard a lot)
Dinner: TORCHY'S TACOS. I was good all week, so I went out. It was straight up food porn.
Snack: Shiner ruby redbird ... If you can count that as an evening snack?
Saturday:
Breakfast: clementines
Lunch: (running out of produce, finally!) cucumber slices, tangelo slices, the last of the ham and turkey with mustard and a Sweet Leaf Peach tea. Chya.
Dinner: Smoked Sirloin at Tx Land and Cattle with Mom! You're never too old for Mom to go on dates with Mom. Srsly. We had several appetizers to share (crab cakes, chips/steak queso) and their yummy bread. Oh, and a laaaaarge Dos Equis. It was the end of the week, time to celebrate!
Sunday:
So, I suck a little and forgot to document Sunday's meals. As I'm writing this a bit later, I'm not sure what I had. I do know that I had some produce left and finished it off, which included a mango and some grapes. Oye.
What I learned:
Diets are hard. Even when you don't call something a "diet", your body (and mind) knows that you're limiting yourself and could be nom-ing cookies or something, and instead you're having cantaloupe. Luckily, I do really like fruit. And with the protein from the ham and turkey, it wasn't half bad. I felt a little healthier. I didn't really lose weight, I don't think, as I didn't weigh myself. However, if I continued this for a longer period of time, then I bet I would start to see some results!
A quick note, after the fact:
I did continue this trend of fruit-heavy lunches, with some Chiobani greek yogurt for breakfast for 3 weeks following! Dinners is where I kind of did whatever. I need to get better at actually cooking so that I'll be inspired to go home and try something.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
2 years later...
Today, I read a blog post someone shared on Facebook and accidentally remembered I had a blog. Oh, yeah. The blog I came across was Neville's Financial blog, which gave me a little spark of inspiration to locate my own long-forgotten Internet diary and give it a second go.
I had really enjoyed my weekly blogging previously, but I had started it specifically because I was studying abroad and wanted an outlet to share with friends/family back home all the kickin' things I was doing.
It got me thinking that however mundane, I am thoroughly obsessed with documenting my life (hello, the reason most of us have a FB or twitter account). Maybe this will give me another outlet to express myself, possibly in a more creative way than 'checking in' or scrolling through and "liking" (although, I'll be doing that too, don't worry).
Life updates as of now:
I got a dog. With whom I am thoroughly obsessed. Meet Zoey:
I graduated Southwestern and moved into Austin.
I work at a retail dance store, as their asst. manager and teach tap to ever-so-delightful little children. This daily reinforces my plan to wait until I'm 30-something to procreate.
I'm planning to move to London in a year or so, to pursue theatre on a larger scale. Maybe this blog will keep me accountable to actually dreaming big, and not getting caught up in the mundane.
Um. I started up this blog again?
Oh, and I'm getting a deep conditioning hair treatment as we speak.
I had really enjoyed my weekly blogging previously, but I had started it specifically because I was studying abroad and wanted an outlet to share with friends/family back home all the kickin' things I was doing.
It got me thinking that however mundane, I am thoroughly obsessed with documenting my life (hello, the reason most of us have a FB or twitter account). Maybe this will give me another outlet to express myself, possibly in a more creative way than 'checking in' or scrolling through and "liking" (although, I'll be doing that too, don't worry).
Life updates as of now:
I got a dog. With whom I am thoroughly obsessed. Meet Zoey:
I graduated Southwestern and moved into Austin.
I work at a retail dance store, as their asst. manager and teach tap to ever-so-delightful little children. This daily reinforces my plan to wait until I'm 30-something to procreate.
I'm planning to move to London in a year or so, to pursue theatre on a larger scale. Maybe this blog will keep me accountable to actually dreaming big, and not getting caught up in the mundane.
Um. I started up this blog again?
Oh, and I'm getting a deep conditioning hair treatment as we speak.
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