So, you know what I suck at? Updating this blog.
My life is busy these days. Good busy. I’m in love and I’m happy. Not that I’m going to expand upon that, because covering my love life in detail on this blog has done nothing but bring me stress. Not from any of its regular readers, but from my boyfriends’ ex-girlfriends who find this blog and bring wrath upon all. So we’ll leave it at that.
I’m finding my way, work-wise. A lot of what I’m doing is fairly hush-hush, but I just got back from New York, where I got to meet with some very inspiring and talented role models (who also happen to be clients!) and, for the first time in awhile, I enjoyed my stay in NYC. The city felt vibrant and bursting and full of opportunity, like it felt when I first saw it, in a way that it hasn’t for me in years. I met women who reminded me of what is possible for me to achieve, and women who graciously reminded me that, no matter how famous or beautiful or loving or successful you are, you are still allowed to be vulnerable, to have imperfections and insecurities.
I find, again and again, that if I stay humble and bust my butt to do a kickass job at whatever I’m doing, opportunities find me. I am always taken care of.
On Sunday night, my friend texted me an address. “Meet me here,” she said. “It’s something with pianos.” I didn’t know what the hell that meant, but I wanted to see her, so I hopped in a cab. It was a group of mostly musical theater students, in the basement of a bar in NoHo, belting out showtunes with live accompaniment. It was magical. If such a thing happens regularly in Seattle, I haven’t heard about it and would like to be invited. New York City is magical like this. Your plane lands, and no one can predict what will happen next. Below, find my rendition of “Castle on a Cloud.”
For perspective, here is Glee’s Lea Michele singing the same song on Sally as a child. I got way more laughs.
