I'm a Duck!...Ask me later...
Spent yesterday going through old pictures of me in highschool back when I was blonde and had poodle hair, debating whether to burn the bad ones or not.
Then I came across the scrapbook I made of all the theatre stuff I was in at highschool, and for some reason I started crying.
Not the bad oh my god those where the worst years ever, I have eighties hair what was I thinking kind of crying, no. It was one of those god damn I miss everyone and wish I'd kept in touch better cries.
I came across an article that Emily wrote about the Crucible. She said that both Brandon and I seemed ready for a career on the stage. It hit me that all this time I was worried about whether what I was doing was right or not, when I was living my dream, doing what I love. I know I'm aiming high, but I'm going to get there.
Last night was the most amazing rehearsal ever. I finaly climbed out of my head and just felt everything, like it was the very first time. When I got home I cried again. I've finaly realised I'm living life on my terms, and I can do anything.
Then I came across the scrapbook I made of all the theatre stuff I was in at highschool, and for some reason I started crying.
Not the bad oh my god those where the worst years ever, I have eighties hair what was I thinking kind of crying, no. It was one of those god damn I miss everyone and wish I'd kept in touch better cries.
I came across an article that Emily wrote about the Crucible. She said that both Brandon and I seemed ready for a career on the stage. It hit me that all this time I was worried about whether what I was doing was right or not, when I was living my dream, doing what I love. I know I'm aiming high, but I'm going to get there.
Last night was the most amazing rehearsal ever. I finaly climbed out of my head and just felt everything, like it was the very first time. When I got home I cried again. I've finaly realised I'm living life on my terms, and I can do anything.