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Wow…all I can say is WOW! I’ve been away for a little while, and as my last post stated I’ve been recovering from surgery. BUT…I am back, and without sounding, I don’t know, conceited…I’m WAY BETTER! Physically, I’m back on my game..working out again with a lot of yoga and long walks on the beach! Mentally, however….well, that’s another story! My writing mind has been on a bit of a binge, so please forgive my lack of staying on one subject for very long, at least for a few posts!
So, this dark and twisty mind of mine is going a lot of places, but today it wants to focus on listening to our life lists. Why? Well, because when you spend weeks on a couch/in bed and you’re drugged out of your mind (as I recently was), you tend to go to some pretty wicked places in your mind. I find that my thoughts never rest…and I mean that literally! It’s a curse of sorts, at least for me it is. I have recently found myself making lists…grocery lists, lists of goals for the day, week, month, year, and the ultimate bucket list! I think everyone should have one. I’ve heard a lot of people say that bucket lists are a negative thing to take on. They think that it’s like putting an “end of life” stamp on them (which, by the way, I think is absolutely WRONG!). I think it’s a way to actually start a goal (whether that be groceries or bucket lists!). Sometimes we just need a starting point and actually writing something down gives us that “ready, set, go(al) for whatever it is we have in mind.
Personally, I’m into writing in journals. Pretty much, every single day for the past 10 years, I have written in a journal. I write about my day, I say prayers, I put down my goals and aspirations….all the usual things that people who write in journals do. But in my recent down time I’ve taken the opportunity to go back through all of these journals (which, by the way, come in an array of styles and colors!). I immediately noticed a central theme to every single one of them…all of the things that I WANT out of life. And then I realized that I haven’t reached very many of those goals and had to really start asking myself the age old question..WHY? Why haven’t I done even the simplest of things that I had ask of myself. The unfortunate part to all of this is that I didn’t have an answer. Not a satisfying one anyway. I had a lot of excuses…husband had cancer (at 34), I had cancer, family members had issues, jobs changed…and the excuses go on.
I am now on a quest. Actually, I’m on many QUESTS! I have a lot of soul searching to do to find out which of these things were just “I would like to” and which of them were “I WANT to”. I’ve discovered there’s a big difference in the two, but I’ve also discovered that in these ten years I have changed! Yep, hard to believe for most people and even more difficult to admit, but I have most definitely changed! Therefore, it was a no brainer for me to say that I need to re-evaluate all of “lists” I’ve made and make one BIG list! But I also had to make a deal with myself that the list could indeed CHANGE! I mean geeze, didn’t I just admit that I have changed (and quite a bit, might I add). So I’m coming to grips with the fact that my plans can change..it’s okay to change. It’s okay to listen to ourselves and most of all our hearts to find the changes that we need to make. I’ve always had the motto “I am who I am…love me or hate me…I ain’t changing for nobody!” (please keep in mind, grammar-wise anyway, I am originally a girl from the South…). And it wasn’t until recently that I realized I needed to change that motto. Things change, people change, life changes, we change….I’ve changed!
So, as I end this newest post, this newest journey I’m taking on to share with the world (and hoping that there are people out there that are like me!), I vow for this blog to be my new journal…good, bad, ugly…Letters2TheDead….and the living, as we all take on change!
Thanks for reading!
Short break…well, sort of a long break, in my blog. Why? So many reasons, but the main one is called surgery. Yes, surgery…it sucks, actually, truth be known, the surgery part is the easy part, I slept right through that, it’s been the recovery that sucks.
For example…cancer is ugly, it causes ugly things to happen to you…physically, mentally, emotionally…and you would think that being in health care it would be easier to deal with, but it’s not. Actually, it’s just the opposite…it’s worse…way, way, way worse. When you work or have worked in medicine you have the tendency to self-diagnose, over-think and think of the worst possible scenarios first, but for some reason you only think that way when it’s you! When we are treating patients…strangers…it’s easy to tell them the “likely” process of a disease or diagnosis in the most positive way, but when it’s you..you’re not nearly as kind. In fact, your down right hardcore on yourself, which is precisely what has happened in my case. No matter who it is, yourself or your own family, these things are harder to deal with because, as I’ve already said above, you look at things differently when it applies to you.
So I will write…and write…and write to deal with this particular “season” of my life. So…let no door be unopened and let no page be left unturned..that’s my approach. So get ready for some good stuff…some really good, deep, crazy, funny, sad, awesome stuff! It’s coming soon….very soon.
Thanks for reading….Breathe.
Just so you don’t get confused, this post does have a purpose in the end….if you make it that far, hopefully you will see where I’m coming from.
I always wanted to work in the entertainment industry or to be a newspaper reporter….yes, I wanted to work as a news anchor (or maybe even be an actress). That was my dream, to be some local towns (it didn’t matter where, as long as it was far, far away from where I was from!) morning breakfast or evening news anchor. I wanted to deliver the facts to the town, city, or even world if I could work my way up to the top! Whether it was via my face in front of a camera or by putting pen to paper, I knew I had the communication skills, I mean, after all, my grandmother used to tell me that I could sell ice water to the devil if I wanted to, which to me was the gift of persuasion and gab! So what better career path to take, right? I was convinced this is what I would be…this was my calling, but oh how WRONG I was!
When I started college, I took some classes my first semester related to TV/News Communication (taught by someone described as having “years” of time and experience in the field) and was told straight in front of at least 200 other students, “You, in the fifth row, you will make the perfect SHORT term news girl!” At first I was delighted, I had been spotted, I knew I had the look and the drive….until the next few things came out of his mouth, “You are obviously a very attractive young lady, assuming you can speak well, (and he had me repeat some corny line like I was ending a broadcast), and you have that look in your blue eyes that you want to say something, but stand up please…(I give him an awkward look)…yes, stand up!” I stood up, ever so slowly, and really sort of cringed at the entire room looking at me, but at the same time it has to be good, I’m thinking, because he noticed me!) “And THAT’S your problem!” I’m thinking to myself, “what’s my problem?” Did I not stand correctly, is my back not straight, am I hunching at my shoulders, I know I’m super fit, that can’t be it? “You’re entirely too short, change your major, trust me dear, petite people (at least he wasn’t discriminating on a gender basis) do not make it in the world of News and Television, especially not television, change your major dear.” I was CRUSHED….CRUSHED to the very soul that held me together…I saw every eyebrow in the room raise, all of the tall people release their held breaths in relief, and some more awkward people’s eyes grow as big as saucers in disbelief at what was just said. I wanted to run out of the room. I wanted to cry. I wanted to kick the old geezer straight in his balls, but I held it together, and I stayed to hear the rest of his how’s and why’s of the TV world, which I now know were crap! I walked out saying softly to myself “Asshole!”, and a couple of people I had never seen or spoken to in my life came up to me and were giving me advice that I was most definitely not interested in hearing…not right then anyway. Could this be true? Is the world that I want so much to be a part of so shallow and so, so….stupid and pre-judgmental?
The very next day, I walked into my adviser’s office and changed my major to nursing….something that I never wanted to really do, never really even thought about, except for a few times because one of my classmates mother’s was a nurse and I thought it was cool she got to wear scrubs and “help” people, but I had never once in my childhood thought….”I want to be a nurse when I grow up! I want to put up with the top to bottom of society asking for help and complaining half the time you give it to them, I want to work 12 and 16 hour night shifts and be governed by a board that doesn’t advocate for me, yet advocates for the public against you.” No, I never wanted to be a nurse, but that’s the path I chose because of the gray headed ass-face that made me feel a half-inch tall in a room full of what seemed like giants. It took me a long time to get over what he said to me, it did. But my point is, that WHAT he said to me changed my life course. There were many good and many bad things that came out of my choosing the path that I did, but I still had that seed of working in TV/Entertainment industry, I always signed up to be in the underground theater, did lots of leads in some plays, always sang and performed in my churches choir and plays, wrote scripts in my journal, song lyrics… took my little bitty bits of my once big dream and I dabbled in it when I could, but all in all…it was still just a dream.
My point to this weeks rant post is this…..I let ONE person, one person that I didn’t even know and who most definitely didn’t know me, demolish my dream. The biggest point is this…I LET HIM…I CHOSE TO COWER DOWN….I CHOSE TO DEMOLISH MY OWN DREAM based on what what someone else said…based on how I was judged, and unfairly at that.
I think that in all of my changing I’m doing lately and all of the new self discovery, it is this that has really stood out to me. Some of you may think, get over it…your too old now to do anything about it, you suck at it, you can’t write, but that’s just it, I don’t care what anyone else says about it now. If I fail, it’s ok, at least I’ve tried, because up until now, I never got the chance. Hell, I’ve been thinking, at the very least with all of the medical shows out there I know I could find some place to use what I KNOW from the wrong choice I made (which by the way, I’ve got stories from my years in medicine that would rock Shonda Rhymes’ world! 😎 I lucked into doing some stand-in work about three years ago and was Blessed to work on a hit show and get loads of set time and learn tons from the leads that I worked with. Some of them were very gracious and very helpful, others…well…they were honestly typical movie star attitude types, but for the most part they treated me just like I was one of them, which was fantastic. I’ve made some great friends and done some small acting gigs and a lot of stand-in and “featured” extra work (yes, extra’s can be featured”. I’ve taken acting classes, voice over classes, I have an agent and I’m writing this blog. I’ve actually found a new passion for it that didn’t even exist when I put my dream of entertainment in the grave before it was even born! So NEVER let someone stop your dreams in their tracks without some serious soul searching first, because trust me, it will come back to haunt you…it will…like a freaking ghost in a closet or monster under the bed…it will find its way back into your mind and your heart and you may not be able to get it back…ever, but if you’re like I was and it happened to you too…take it back…take back your dream and decide what to do with it. Decide whether or not it was just a silly wishful thinking type dream (and we all have those…it’s ok), or if it really entered into your soul of souls and still dwells in the very blood that flows through your heart.
I will end with this….”He said what to me?”
Thanks for reading my dream…remember to breathe.