My issue (well, one of many) is that I know what I'm passionate about and what I want to do, but it's not a practical way to live. Even more so, I realize if I don't find ways to feed my passions, I'll be miserable. B's seen this firsthand, bless him. I don't want to live that way. I have friends who bother to chastise me for wanting to pursue the impractical passions, but dang it! I want to love what I do . . . not do something just because it'll score me an extra $3,000 in my checking account every month. Don't get me wrong said friends! I'd love an extra three grand, but a typical work day is eight hours. That's eight hours per day of unhappiness. Not. Worth. It.
B has suggested going on hiatus to NYC to audition my brains out (if I even remember how to since it's been so long) for plays, commercials, movies, music videos, anything. I'd still need to get a good, updated headshot (anyone know of a photog who's affordable, within driving distance to Augusta and/or Charleston and can take sensational headshots?) But then there's the side of me that doesn't want to leave B and Thomas before my life with them in Charleston even begins . . . that literally makes my heart hurt.
So that's what has been on my mind lately. That, and the word clique. Wikipedia defines it as an exclusive group of people who share interests, views, purposes, patterns of behavior or ethnicity. What does that word mean to you?
Remember Daria?! Loved her. I think I know where the inspiration for Liz on My Life as Liz came from . . .
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