Sales Rep for authentic swimwear age 15
Sales Rep at a gay adult card shop age 16
Coffee shop girl age 17-24
Waitress age 20-26
Admin Asst (glorified secretary) age 26-28
Marketing Asst (glorified peon) age 28
Billing "specialist" age 29-31
Temp 30-31
Theatre director, choreographer age 32
YES.
I am going to a JOB EXPO tomorrow for theatre folks. Totally strange. A job expo? I don't think I've EVER gone to one. I guess because they aren't very common in my field. I'm imagining its a cattle call for non-actors.
Anyway, its going to be interesting. Got my resume all spiffed up, business cards, portfolio- the whole 9 yards. NEED to get work in the fall. That's my goal. I'm booked till then. Which is a great feeling but always looking for the next thing.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
So me. A blog. And hopefully some readers.
A free breath is an opportunity that we always have. Its always there. Breathing is free. Its not earned or won. Its ours that the universe provides for so many reasons.
Its imperative to our existence.
Its a clever tool that can be manipulated if focused on.
Its a reminder that you are alive.
Yogic breathing came natural to me as I held a loved ones hand through her death. I remember that it was my focus, my grounding, my soul presenting itself. It was ironic because breathing was what she couldn't do well. Lungs filling up with fluid. But mine were clean and free.
I don't regret those moments. In fact, I don't regret anything except one thing. Not applying to University of Washington for my MFA in Directing Theatre. I compromised for a different school because of a boyfriend. Yes, the lesson was learned and I still got my Masters. But now I have to work twice as hard to get recognition because of missed connections.
I direct theatre in NYC and I teach yoga anywhere that will have me.
I try to find the joy in all moments, every one of them. Which is hard in New York. But I get an escape to the country which is my respite. My free breath.
Its easy to breathe in the country- hard to in the city.
Elbow and breathe...
A free breath is an opportunity that we always have. Its always there. Breathing is free. Its not earned or won. Its ours that the universe provides for so many reasons.
Its imperative to our existence.
Its a clever tool that can be manipulated if focused on.
Its a reminder that you are alive.
Yogic breathing came natural to me as I held a loved ones hand through her death. I remember that it was my focus, my grounding, my soul presenting itself. It was ironic because breathing was what she couldn't do well. Lungs filling up with fluid. But mine were clean and free.
I don't regret those moments. In fact, I don't regret anything except one thing. Not applying to University of Washington for my MFA in Directing Theatre. I compromised for a different school because of a boyfriend. Yes, the lesson was learned and I still got my Masters. But now I have to work twice as hard to get recognition because of missed connections.
I direct theatre in NYC and I teach yoga anywhere that will have me.
I try to find the joy in all moments, every one of them. Which is hard in New York. But I get an escape to the country which is my respite. My free breath.
Its easy to breathe in the country- hard to in the city.
Elbow and breathe...
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