Today I had a bit of a dilemma. I really felt like writing a blog post but at the same time I didn't have a clear idea of what I wanted to write about. Yet the urge was strong so I figured I'll just start writing and see where it takes me. *** These last… Continue reading Finding your own way
A few days ago I was doing this exercise from The Artist's Way which basically asked you to write out the things that you wish you had been told and taught as a child if you have had perfect nurturing. I thought it would be interesting to publish my answer and share the things I… Continue reading A letter to my younger self
Freedom is a word That frightens me immensely Freedom is me allowing myself to tear all the masks Off my face and soul And be who I really am No hiding No trying to soften my edges So I can please everyone Freedom is accepting I'd rather be alone Than with those who won't accept… Continue reading freedom
I think today I finally understood where most of my misery of the past year comes from. And the answer is quite simple: my job. Today I had a long discussion with my mum and she (a qualified psychologist fyi) confirmed the conclusion I somehow reached by myself - working in customer service is making… Continue reading Some things just aren’t for you.
Sometimes I wonder what is real. I feel like I spend so much time hooked up on some imaginary struggles, competing, goals. And then reality strikes me and I understand how stupid and shallow all of it is. What's more, I understand that this is not what I want. I want what is REAL. I… Continue reading reality and the untruths
For those of you who haven't read my previous posts related to my acting journey, I should begin by saying that this year has been one of the most intense years of my life. In a nutshell, I spent the year finally finding the guts to pursue my passion and auditioning for drama schools across… Continue reading A year of auditions
Why do I constantly feel that what I have to say doesn't matter? I feel like people, even my friends, don't want to listen to my stories or even hear my voice; that it bores them, makes them feel uncomfortable, that they'd rather talk to someone else. As a result, I always get super self-conscious… Continue reading Self-esteem monsters