I wanted to be an actress many moons ago. Unfortunately I look more like Molly Ringwald than Molly Ringwald and couldn’t get cast to save my life.
See what I mean?
They say that possession is 9 tenths of the law. The fact that I had her look before she did is irrelevant. She was already famous. She possessed the coveted contracts with my look before I did. I didn’t get my movie break but I did get a nice head shot for my efforts and I had a lot of fun pursuing a dream.
Life eventually moves on. Business college, careers, love, marriage and children take over. Along the way I spread my creative wings to pick up an acting gig here and there. Nothing spectacular, but enough to keep me satisfied. I am in several corporate training videos from the 1990’s that are as cheesy as training video notoriously are and I’ve done bit sketches and some comedy.
Believe it or not Tulsa is a great place for acting and major motion pictures. Tulsa has a nice midwestern feel that a lot of producers like and so we see movies being shot here rather frequently.
The upside to that, I get work as an extra. Sometimes I’m paid, sometimes not. Even so, it’s creative and fun.
Last summer I got to be in Cowgirls N Angels which comes out next Spring and yesterday I got to film for So This is Christmas which comes out next fall. Both are wonderful movies with not only an excellent cast, but a great message as well.
Acting seems like a strange thing to be thankful for I admit. Being on a sound stage brings my neurosis to a much higher than normal level. Am I dressed right? oh God I brought the wrong clothes. The director hates me. Or does the like me. I can’t tell. Why is he looking at me like that? The lighting guy just smiled at me. What? He’s not the lighting guy — he was standing a ladder – oh crap. That’s… never mind.
I am a walking ball of insecurity 24/7.
Acting keeps my right brain alive and allows me to grow as a person. The fact that I get to participate, even slightly, in a dream I laid down years ago is a huge blessing. For that, I’m thankful.
With American Thanks Giving being in November (My Canadian friends celebrated last month), I thought this would be a good month to write on being thankful.
I was consumed in a post Halloween candy hangover rivaling brown bottle flu yesterday and I was not thankful for anything save perhaps my Tums. So I didn’t write yesterday.
Today, I am thankful for my friends both real and slightly imaginary.
Now let’s talk about friends for a minute. With the advent of the internet we now have real life friends and cyber friends.
- I have 604 “Friends” on Facebook.
- I follow 341 people on Twitter including Ruth Buzzi, Melissa Gilbert, Jane Fonda and Steve Martin. (I use twitter simply as a tool to keep up with what’s going on in Tulsa.)
- I have 996 Followers. – I used to have over 1,000 but I wrote the word “Crappy” in on of my tweets and was quickly unfollowed by the morality police.
- I have around 50 blog subscribers.
- I subscribe to about 25 blogs myself.
- 17 people “like” my Facebook Fan Page
- There are 9 women in my online writers group
- One of my earliest childhood memories is a woman singing me lullabies at night. Mom says the house was haunted, my friends think it was my guardian angel, my therapist calls her my imaginary friend. Whichever, she was a comfort and I never forgot her.
- I have my life friends that I hang out with on a regular basis.
- From you guys who actually read my blog and comment — you give me great feedback and share pieces of your cyber selves with me. I’m thankful for that.
- From my twitter friends who are now Facebook friends – you know who you are. You are my writer friends. You guys share with me your journey and encouragement.
- From my comedy friends like TRL and miss C.R. – you taught me to care about life, art, politics, people, and myself. You guys teach me how to love myself by being willing to walk that walk yourselves. We don’t get to share mocha’s on each others back porch or call each other on the phone, but we do chat and we get to hang out when we visit each other’s cities.
- From my teachers whose classes I’ve been in whether it’s DCW, You Go Girl, SpeakUp, or Finding Your Own Voice. You teach me how to be a better speaker, a better writer, a better L-I-V-E-R of life. I heard recently a teacher had once is teacher for life. You listen to me, and speak back with wisdom, caring, and discernment. You share pieces of your life and stories with me that encourage me to find my own path and live fully alive.
And of course there are my kitchen friends. These are the men and women with whom I share meals, beer or wine, phone calls, disappointments and joys. Oddly none of them read my blog. They don’t need to they already know my life because they are living it with me. For them, I am especially thankful.