I told y’all about my first stage defeat/horror (not the last time I thought a giant reptile would end my life). So to balance it out here’s my first stage triumph. This is before I decided to become an actor, back when performing was still just playing in my mind. I was 3 years old and the Simpsons were doing a big promotional event at a bookstore just outside the city. My grandmother packed my older cousin and I into the car and drove us out there. The place was swarmed. I
So make-up. That’s a thing that exists. I only halfway know what I’m doing when I put make-up on. Most of the time I’m an eyeliner & tinted (barely) lip balm kinda lady but I’m attempting to be paparazzi ready whenever I step out of the house… And I’m not quite to the point of keeping to it 100% every day (getting there though, I believe in myself). My new absolute minimum is eyeliner and lip gloss but I’m trying to bump it up to liner, gloss, brows, eyeshadow, blush, and und
I am ruthless. Like stone cold, unforgiving. Unless you ask someone else. Why? Because I treat others the way I’d want to be treated but treat myself more poorly than I could ever fathom treating another person. It’s why I hate listening to myself sing and reading my own writing. In others I see potential, in myself I see only flaws that need correcting. Prime example: I didn’t post yesterday because I spent most of the day with a friend and the rest of the day locked out of
April 2012 I left London because I could no longer afford to live there. I couldn’t find work (acting or otherwise) nor could I justify having my family support me (that exchange rate, Jesus). I was relieved to go home, the weight of not being able to afford rent and half the time food was lifted from my shoulders. Then it hit me. I had failed. My plan to live and perform in London was shot. I went home with my tail between my legs. At least that’s how it felt. That experienc
I want to be my best for you guys. Write my best, look my best, and only report on quality stuff. The perfectionist in me took control. I had to show how much of The EGOTist I had embodied. It became less about the process of discovery and more about the final product. If I hadn’t overcome it yet, it wasn’t time to write about it. In my head I had to present this image of success. It’s like I forgot the description that I wrote (I wrote it myself how could I forget it). It ad
So yesterday I was in crisis. Again (they happen a lot, the curse of thinking too much).
I’m not living my best life. I know that I’m not. Cause for panic, right? But here was the bigger question. What is living my best life? Like what does it actually look like? The nebulous (favorite word right now), vague idea of “not this” only incites panic and creates stress. It doesn’t make me proactive. Identifying the issue is step 1 and I hadn’t even finished that yet. So let’s get