Renaissance Woman
Keeping up with a blog is more work than I imagined. Initially, I thought, this is a great way for people to know what goes on in my head without bleeding from the ears (My friends are polite, but even I wouldn't stay to listen to someone who can keep talking for six straight hours, without taking a breath.). What I failed to realize however, is that my paralyzing perfectionistic qualities would render me speechless (a very rare moment in my life - I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted Mom.). It's not that I haven't started to write about other topics that interest me, but my problem is that I worry too much. Will this be relevant? Interesting? Funny? Annoying? Will anyone even care?
It has been 421 days since my last post. I guess that's how long it takes for inspiration to travel (hardly ideal for maintaining a successful blog). I wish I had some profound reason to be writing, to be sharing a few words with you, but alas, I have none. I started and stopped this post so many times, that I've decided the only purpose is to put some words down, to keep moving forward. Maybe something brilliant will unfold, as my fingers keep moving.
While waiting for an original stroke of creative genius to manifest out of thin air, I have been quite busy over the past year. I quit my job as a receptionist and spent the summer reminiscing my teenage youth, by enjoying the simple pleasure of riding a bike and going to the public pool. Then, I toured as a photographer and roadie to a singer/songwriter to raise money for several non-profits. Later, I interned at a Film/Photo studio in Jersey as a production assistant.
Recently, I've been sketching, drawing, and writing poetry. I'm still pursuing comedy and even got a gig on a pseudo-reality tv show about comedians (We start rehearsals this week!). It makes my head spin, all the creative endeavors I've been romancing. While I enjoy the thrill of new opportunity, I fear that I will become a "Jack of All Trades, Master of None." The irony is that I babysit to pay the bills and need a second job to pick up the slack. That's what an overpriced art school education will do to you.
Work and creative undertakings aside, I also must mention that I fell in love. I'm talking, "trip on acid, lose my mind, soulmate cliché" kinda love. It's the kind of love that every romantic comedy tries to capture and every sappy love song hopes to inspire. That said, I am married. How did I come to have both a husband and a boyfriend? I'll leave that reconciliation for a future post. In the meantime, discussions about my non-conventional love life are great fodder for the comedy stage.
I don't know if this post accomplished literary brilliance, but at the very least, I've said hello. I wish I had a step-by-step instruction guide that outlined what I should be sharing with the world but, as the proverb goes, we make the road by walking. Blogging can be a daily activity, or it can take weeks and months to come up with something to write about. I hope it isn't the latter.
