I was once a Theatre major. My dreams were just as immense as every other theatre major out there. I was to start out eating smaller fruits, such as grapes, or strawberries, or something that I could shove into my mouth with one bite. Once those fruits talked to other fruits I was finally gonna taste the Big Apple. In case I lost you with my fruit analogy, I am talking about New York and all of the smaller fruits are smaller towns were I would work until I was known well enough to score a job on Broadway.
That didn’t work out in case the use of past tense was not enough of an indicator. Half way through my junior year I decided that I didn’t want to be a stage manager (yes, I went to school and spent thousands of dollars to tell people what to do. No I did not want to act, no it was not a contingency plan, I actually wanted to be a stage manager.). There were two primary contributions to this epiphany.
Reason Number Uno:
A man. Of course I had to be a f- a stupid cliché, and change my WHOLE life for one bloody guy!! I was in love and I thought I wanted to start a family (just for clarification, I was 20 years old when we met in May of 2015 and 20 when we broke up, both times. I will be 21 in a week). I let him convince me I was ready for the role of a lifetime, Mother and Wife. We were even engaged for a time. So of course I had to change majors if I was going to be a good wife and mother!! Ah, to be young and in love. Nothing like the sting of heartbreak to knock you back to your senses and continue to follow your passion and dream right? Wrong!!
Reason Number Deux:
I was genuinely unhappy in the career I had chosen. Once R.E. (recent ex) and I broke up, I expected to be thrown back into my work and remember why I chose to study theatre. You know what happened? I didn’t fall in love with my major again and I suddenly realized I had settled. Well that obviously is the opposite of what a junior in college wants to realize when they are almost done with their college career. Would I have to start all over? Should I just finish getting my degree and hate my existence for the next two years? With a little research, tears, and a meeting with an adviser, I was able to change my major.
So why am I telling you this?
Well…. I was watching Game of Thrones (no spoilers please I am only on season 3), and I was receiving poor reception in my room and I grew annoyed with the little buffering sign so I thought why not start this blog thing?
You see, my new career goal is to be a writer. More specifically, a theatre critic. Now, I have been told I am a decent writer, but due to my artful ability to self deprecate to the point I no longer believe in my own abilities, I never dreamed I would actually become a writer. So I figured, the best way to get better at something is to practice, so here I am. Practicing.
They say by the time a human being is 21 years of age they have had enough life experience to write a short book. When I say they, I mean the dad from that movie Stuck in Love. I got to thinking about that and I do believe he is right. So this blog will be a mixture of my short stories that I take a whack at and my ever expanding book.
Seeing as this is my first post, I have no followers and no one is interested in what I have to say (yet) it will be a few weeks into the summer before I gain popularity. Be that as it may, I will write everyday…. maybe not everyday, I do have a life and a job and other things that are important. BUT! I will try to write at least once a week. I need to keep my skills sharp. Any writers out there that want to lend advice to a budding writer, all tips are welcome!