Here’s a list of things I’m feeling.

  1. Trapped in the inevitability of what’s about to happen on Friday.
  2. Ashamed, thinking that I need to do more.
  3. Abandoned by those who are able to attend the March in Washington.
  4. Scared that I’ll be too scared to march in NYC.
  5. Governed by social anxiety of the magnitude I haven’t experienced in years.
  6. Proud to be escorting on Saturday morning.
  7. Grateful to have somewhere to be on Friday night, with like-minded, revolution-minded friends.
  8. Thrilled to be doing a play that actually fucking matters.
  9. Depressed and alone, on the couch, unable to work or think.
  10. Stuck in a spiral of news that makes my heart and head hurt.
  11. Immobilized.

Audition Record

This is for me to try and keep track of the auditions I go to, as an effort to recognize patterns.

1/9/2017
Type: Play, Showcase
Title: Luft Gangster
Company: Nylon Fusion
Casting Director: N/A
Source: Actors Access
CB: N
Outfit: White dress with long navy sweater, brown boots, hair curled and half up.

1/14/2017
Type: Play, SPT
Title: Last Train to Nibroc
Company: Hartford TW
Casting Director: N/A
Source: Actors Access
CB: Y
Outfit:White dress with long navy sweater, silver ballet flats, side braid.

Date: 2/18/2017
Type: Play
Title: Mary’s Wedding
Company: PCS – LORT D
Casting Director: n/a
Source: Agent
CB: Y
Outfit: Literal white slip, thin brown belt, navy long sweater, gold flats, zirconium studs and grandmas pearl ring

Date: 2/18/2017
Type: Play
Title: School for Lies
Company: STC -LORT B
Casting Director: Laura Stanczyk
Source: Agent
CB: N
Outfit: Black flower dress with black wrap top, maroon heels, hair up in bun

Date: 2/20/2017
Type: Play
Title: Noises Off
Company: LDTC – SPT?
Casting Director: n/a
Source: Actor’s access
CB: N
Outfit:Black flower dress with black wrap top, gold flats, hair down and curled.

Date: 2/28/2017
Type: Play, Guest Artist contract
Title: Romeo and Juliet
Company: WB
Casting Director: n/a
Source: Actors Access
CB: Y
Outfit: Skinny jeans, gold flats, hair down and curled, black Gap tank with white flowers.

Date: 4/3/2017
Type: Play, LORT
Title: Whole Season
Company: Asolo
Casting Director: Paul Hardt, SH
Source: EPA
CB:
Outfit: Chambray shirt, black and white striped skirt, brown skinny belt, brown woven shoes, braid

Date: 4/3/2017
Type: Play, Showcase
Title: New Plays
Company: Proj Y
Casting Director: N/A
Source: EPA
CB:
Outfit: Chambray shirt, black and white striped skirt, brown skinny belt, brown woven shoes, braid

Today is hard.

I was supposed to go to an EPA today, but I didn’t. I know that’s okay. But it’s really just one small blip at the end of a long list of things that are hard today.

Why?

I’m not acting.

I could go through all the hard stuff– in October, I won’t have booked anything in a year, I can’t get seen for things that CDs I know are casting, I hate EPAs and I’m too poor for classes– but the reality is much simpler. I’m deep in a hole and it doesn’t feel like I can get out. This isn’t depression or anything. This is just the lowest part of a low in a career that’s all about those highs but mostly involves lows.

There are many reasons why I think I developed an eating disorder, but one main trigger for the restriction portion of it (which really kicked off the three years of awfulness) was fear and a lack of control.

I was an apprentice at a theatre festival, and in the first week, I got really, really sick. I had a tick-borne virus that basically knocked me out for about four days. In retrospect, I really should have gone to the hospital, but of course, I didn’t– I pushed through. But I felt as though I was coming in a week too late. Everyone had friends, everyone had settled into a routine, everyone had shown who they were, and I was still at square one.

So I worked. I worked and worked and by the end I was proud of myself, but I was also ten pounds thinner and at the beginning of a road that was going to be devastating.

This career forces you to let go of what you can’t control. I understand that.

But there are some things that are in your control, and so what happens is I run through all the things I COULD be doing to help get the next gig by am NOT doing, and immediately feel worthless and lazy and horrible. I feel scared and unmoored and invisible.

And so, my greatest fear grasps me around the neck and refuses to let go, whispering: If you walked away, would anyone even notice?

Every Day, a Little Gratitude

Today, I found out I didn’t get something that I really wanted. Something that felt like it was mine from the moment I saw it. Something I worked HARD for. In this industry, you want to avoid wanting anything, because the not-getting, then, is so much worse. The not-getting opens a deep, deep hole inside you, where the next two months are suddenly clear to you: you will NOT be working. You will NOT be playing this (or any) part. You will be waiting and wanting and hating yourself for somehow now being able to “do it.” Those long, hot summer months that drag on, until October, when you’ll realize that THAT was the last time you booked a job. A year without booking a job. Is my life passing me by? I feel it rush forward but there is so much I want to be doing. Days stack on days and I wonder… when is the next yes? How do I make them see me?

So, reblogging this mostly for myself. To remember that something special happened to me– that I MADE it happen. That it meant something.

I wish it was helping more.

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I am working. Not only that, but I am working at one of the top theatres in the country, making LORT B (second only to LORT A when it comes to regional theatre) pay, and playing two leading roles. It’s a three month contract which means I will get another six months of health insurance. I am housed. I have a car I share with two other actors. This is the DREAM.

Which means I want to remember this feeling when I go back to NYC. I’m already dreading it… that discomfort of not working, that pain of not auditioning, that hurt of wanting so hard you think you might break.

But right now?

This.

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I’m fine, but…

I’m fine, but I’m falling backwards into a hole.

I’m fine, but I can’t focus enough to read.

I’m fine, but I hate myself when I catch a glimpse in a mirror.

I’m fine, but I don’t want to have sex at all.

I’m fine, but my body feels like a monster.

I’m fine, but I’m also not fine.

And I guess that’s fine.

I miss acting.

My last show was May 8. A matinee.

The end was so strange, so disruptive. Three months of independence and simplicity: knowing where to go, knowing what to do, knowing what my job was.

Now, my job is sitting here, at home, working on writing a unit on AP Art History, or editing an audiobook, or scrolling through Reddit, trying to find the diet or the workout or the journaling exercise to get me back to that feeling of confidence and ease.

I can’t find it. It’s not there, no matter how hard I look. I know that, and that’s okay. These are the in-between moments. They are always like this.

I just wish I had something. An audition. My cash flow is horrible right now, and my heart is achy. I miss doing what I love. I hate waiting for things to happen. Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can really do at the moment. I just have to wait.

I hate waiting.

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She wants to talk.

You may recall that in June of 2014, my best friend, L excised me from her life. Well, the excision happened earlier, in April, but she didn’t tell me that she wasn’t my friend anymore until June. Since then, we haven’t spoken. At all.

She was my BEST FRIEND.
She fought (and beat) cancer, and I was with her from day one to day 700.
She was my best friend.

I text her happy birthday on her birthday, because when I realized that she didn’t text me happy birthday in April 2014 (before I knew she was done with me), it was so heartbreaking I couldn’t bear to think about it. She never responds.

This year, she texted me happy birthday. I thanked her. She asked if I wanted to get coffee/tea when I come back.

I don’t know the answer to that question.

I look back on my writings about this– one of the greatest traumas of my life. For the first year, I was desperate for her forgiveness. I felt horrific guilt and shame. It was physically painful. Thinking about it still makes me cry.

But now I’m angry. I am not so desperate for friends that I need to go back to someone who hurt me. I don’t want to grovel for friendship. And yet.

She was my best friend.

Can I be her friend again?

Do I WANT to be her friend again?

I don’t know what I want. I wish someone would tell me.