Half birthday.

Today is my half birthday. On my REAL birthday I turned 30 - something that most people seem to fear, but I really didn't. In fact a lot of things fell into place when I turned 30. I finally got an equity performing job. I got closure with the RSC. I got a fabulous living arrangement. But as all neat little packages do - things started to fall apart a little - so at this half way mark to my next birthday - I'm going to get things back in line.

A - no more nutella sandwiches. Really - it's getting a little ridiculous.

B - I need to make getting an agent a priority. I need to find their open calls. I need to find their pay to play classes. I need to network and write letters. I say I'm not good at "networking" - then my friend C pointed out - alright Ms. Stalk Rovert Nnun and get a job on Broadway - I don't buy that for a second. Fair enough.

C - Must get at least THREE songs in my book that can count as belting. You know. For those days you go to a dance call - get kept - are standing in line to sing - and are told they want 16 bars of country gospel. Which definitely happened last week.

D - Goal is - if I don't have a performing job - be teaching at least 3 pilates classes a week by the time my unemployment runs out - so I can apply to actual pilates studios and actually make - money.

E- must find survival jobs. Ushering. Catering. Merchandise Selling. Whatever.

F - Loralee and I NEED to put on our cabaret in the next 6 months.

G - I must believe in myself as much as I did over the summer. Grateful for the good things that come my way. And happy to accept and overcome the challenges I encounter along the way. The heights of great men were not reached by sudden flight, but while their companions slept toiled upward in the night.