New York City is hard. For real. More like, the first year out of college is fucking hard. For real.
I’ve never been more broke in my life. I don’t do the things i want to do like sew and act because I’m still trying to find my footing. Along with trying to find a new job. Which I will find.
I have my BB. And my apartment and my equally broke-ish/scared/scrambling friends around. this is what it;s supposed to be like. At least for a few of us. And those of us who don’t struggle. Well. I feel like they aren’t real people.
I swear to god, I wish it were required that everyone had to work in the service industry for at least 6 months of their lives. The world would be a much better place.
I feel like something new is in sight. I finally have the gumption to do. I let fear rule me much too often and I promised myself when I was 15 that I wouldn’t do that. So I’m not going to anymore. Or I will try not to do that anymore.
I miss acting. More than I miss comfortability. More than I miss most anything.
I am beyond disappointed in my alma mater’s decision making this year in terms of the way the theatre department is being run. It’s disgusting and not at all what the women of the college expected or supported. I’m thoroughly repulsed. I want to scream. I feel like I tried to make sure the department wasn’t going to go commercial. I worked my ass off as REP last year to make sure that it didn’t happen and it’s sad that they never took the students words and concerns into consideration. All they are trying to do is turn a profit and they are doing in the worst way possible. They aren’t going to produce working graduates if they don’t support their needs. UGH. SO fucking disappointed.
Happy wonderful beautiful Mountain Day to all Mohos. If you’re a student: CLIMB (at least once before graduation — you’ll never regret it). If you are an alum: find some icecream, or a mountain, or talk to a fellow moho today. Celebrate. Celebrate being an Uncommon Woman… for the rest of your life.
It’s a bittersweet day here.