Dreams.
Big or small, it's highly likely that we all have them. Mine is rather... big. Huge could also apply.
I've talked about it before, I want to make a living out of performing. There is one teeny tiny problem - I have no clue how!
I watch all these people that have made it to where I want to be. I try to figure out what made them successful, I try to analyse their road to fame - because let's face it, in the performing arts some fame is necessary to be sure of a follow up job after one project is over - I try to become what is needed. But what is that?
On my road to self respect I've always kept in mind that this self of mine should be able to withstand some setbacks. Life is tough as it is, the performing arts can be brutal to those with an unknown name. As long as your name doesn't make people want to draw their wallets and get a ticket you're in for a long loooooong process.
Most of the time I am wondering what will make me happy and that is what I try to achieve, happiness. But this is what makes me happy, performing. It kills me that I'm not able to just jump on stage, entertain a whole lot of people and try to improve my performance over and over and over and over.
Quarter life crisis? I'm way ahead of you, it'll probably go right on in to my midlifecrisis.
I imagined another life at 22 when I was 17, the one I'm living takes some getting used to. But that's life I guess, it happens when you're making plans.
Once again I will try to be more in the moment and seize any opportunity that comes my way.
Keep you posted.
Love,
Anouk
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