The other day I noticed that I kept humming the old Diana Ross song "It's My Turn." It was just stuck in my head!Whenever, I have a song randomly pop into my head I always ( I mean ALWAYS) pause and wonder why I am absentmindedly humming that tune. I view it as a message … Continue reading It’s My Turn, to see what I can see.
For years, I have been on the search for my elusive Purpose. Or as our culture today sometimes calls it, my Passion. Both are Big, Scary, Capital "P" words. I always wanted to be one of those people that knew my Purpose/Passion from a very early age but I didn't have one. To be honest, … Continue reading Follow your curiosity. She will guide you to your purpose.
Do you do this or am I the only one?Strive, plan, work, reach, ALL the time! For Something. Something big enough to make me feel like Someone. Someone worthy of existing. Someone worthy of respect. Someone worthy of love. The other morning I woke up with this realization. In trying so hard to be Someone, … Continue reading In trying to be Someone, I forgot to Be.
The above is an excerpt from a rejection email I recieved for my documentary film. In total, I received 21 similar emails. Everyone's decision was difficult. Everyone was sorry. Everyone rejected my film. It's been several months since my last rejection email and reading the excerpt still makes me sad. Usually my endeavors turn out … Continue reading Rejection Is Hard — Every Time
One day I did a photo shoot with my rubber ducky. It just seemed like a good idea at the time. I took her (yep, it's a her) to the upstairs bathroom and shot her with a lens that would give the photo lots of bokeh. You know. That blurry, dreamy background look. Overall, she … Continue reading Today’s the day. I’m coming clean.
"Ok. This is going to get a little ugly." he said. "Ok." I replied, still shaking from what I had just done. (I had been seated in front of a huge, scary grand piano, headphones on, my scribbled words and chords in a notebook on the music stand and a massive microphone intruding on my … Continue reading You Can’t Sing.