dreams come true – benandavasmom

A long time ago I pondered which was worse: betrayal or disappointment and…it’s still disappointment because disappointment comes from within. We break our own hearts with anticipation or expectations that just cannot be fulfilled. One day maybe I will learn to manage my enthusiasm…but then again, maybe not…I love that deep down I still believe in good things and happy endings, even if I don’t believe in them much for myself. Some sort of middle ground between starry-eyed enthusiast and cynical spinster would be nice…alas my existence remains a bit bipolar. And I fear I’ll continue to tap dance between unreachable and hopelessly romantic.

But I mean…there are worse things I could do.

So…there’s this thing I did this year…I somehow started kind of acting. And how I did it, & the way it evolved and what it’s developed into kind of sounds like a movie in itself.

See…for like, nearly 2 decades I managed to talk myself out of getting involved in “Hollywood South”. I was busy. I had a demanding day job, then I had kids…I was the breadwinner and…I’m benandavasmom, I wasn’t an actress or anything like that…there was always a “valid” excuse as to why I couldn’t commit to being on a set, even though it’s something I’d wanted to do since I could talk and I’d done theatre and taken classes & workshops, even taught classes myself…but nope. I was reliable and stable…and as boring as I was bored. Continue reading “You can make excuses or you can make movies…” →

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