Monday, December 5, 2016
Starbucks is like Wheaties to me,
In fact, I think the dedication page in my next book will read like this:
Starbucks your loyalty (reward program) has kept me addicted since 1994;
Sunday, December 4, 2016
Saturday, December 3, 2016
Delegated the duties to your colleagues,
Discuss the findings in a conference meeting,
Accept that not everyone has the ability to meet deadlines,
In the last hour––realize that you have to do all the work yourself,
Complete a months worth of research and work in one hour and then move on to the next “fire”.
Friday, December 2, 2016
The holiday season always weighs me down––I gain a solid ten pounds.
The scales are tipped with delicious cheeses and spirits galore;
Come January, I’ll be lucky if I can squeeze through my front door.
Thursday, December 1, 2016
Goals have been accomplished––or not.
It’s time to reflect and give thanks for the many adventures in 2016;
And to release the setbacks, disappointments, and overzealous demands.
The year was complete––exactly as it was supposed to be.
Now relax, give thanks––eat, drink, and be merry!
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Silly that a piece of paper can be the difference between having a voice, and being permitted to use it.
Inevitably, change occurs when the circumstance demands a new direction;
Today, we sealed the deal on a new path—watch out to anyone who stands in our way!
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Monday, November 28, 2016
I’m reconnected with the Universe.
I once again remember that my path has already been cleared;
I just have to follow it and trust that God will provide me with the tools I need along the way.
Sunday, November 27, 2016
I’ve surrendered to my fate.
Ironically, I’ve spent the past two weeks meditating and deliberating on my mantra for 2017; the word I chose, surrender.
I spent last year developing the tools to stay present––regardless of circumstance––and I’m delighted that I found that peace almost every day.
It occurred to me that through the same presence of mind, I could release my need to overachieve, too.
It’s an ongoing struggle; but it appears I’m giving myself the rest of the year to begin implementation.
Cheers to surrender.
Saturday, November 26, 2016
That adage has continued to inspire me throughout my life;
Especially when my character has been called into question by people who will say and do anything to prove a point or “win” an argument.
It would be much easier for me to concede in order to avoid an unpleasant circumstance––at the same time, I would be enabling inappropriate behavior.
If I can be a champion––whether for myself or a disenfranchised group of people––I will always rise to the occasion.
What better way to use my education and opinion?
Friday, November 25, 2016
It reminds the would-be bully that you are human.
The louder they get––the more your tactics are working.
Don’t be alarmed by empty threats;
Keep Faith and an open, loving heart.
And if all else fails; fight fire with fire.
Thursday, November 24, 2016
I cuddled up next to a fellow artist, theater nerd, dreamer, performer and I knew that I would spend the rest of my life with him, working towards our goals together.
I give thanks for him and all of my family and friends who continue to support and inspire me.
Following dreams requires Faith, family, and friends.
It also demands tenacity and a sense of humor.
I’m overwhelmed with gratitude;
I continue to learn, evolve, and dream.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
It was part of a segment that Jimmy rants about book titles that might not be a selling point.
The irony, is that my book is getting four times more attention thanks to his joke.
How did he (or his team) find out about my book? Is it fate or just dumb luck?
Who cares–––I’ve been a fan of Fallon since he was on SNL.
When he started on The Tonight Show, I knew his voice and playful humor was going to resonate with a new crowd.
Now, my book––and potentially me (if he takes me up on my offer to teach him some fresh new dance moves) are a part of television history!
Despite being the butt of a joke on late night, my credibility as an author just skyrocketed.
Just ask our president elect...”any press is good press.”
P.S. Buy, So You Want To Be A Dancer here!
Monday, November 21, 2016
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Friday, November 18, 2016
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Pure relaxation detox;
After deep meditation and thoughtful consideration I’ve arrived at a fresh new outlook:
It’s time to surrender.
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
The class was strenuous and pushed me past my breaking point.
I felt like giving up and walking out––but a voice inside continued to drive me through the pain, anguish, and physical weakness.
At the end of class––while lying in shavasana––I had a breakthrough.
As I melted into the floor, the word surrender entered my conscious;
I began crying uncontrollably.
I started to release the anger, fear, doubt, and frustration––and surrendered to the fact that the circumstances I was struggling with were out of my control.
Suddenly I was overcome with joy.
My tears of disappointed transitioned into tears of gratitude; enlightenment.
I’m finished with fighting;
I always thought I had to push myself past, through, on top of, etc.
The truth is: I just have to release.
Monday, November 14, 2016
The rest of us have to push, fight, climb, fall, beg, climb (again), push harder, negotiate, barter, beg (some more), crawl, sneak in the back door, drop to our knees, fight (tougher), shove, alienate, compromise, fall, claw, beg (with total desperation), threaten, bully, bark, beg, beg, beg, fight, fight, fight, climb, climb, climb––and finally we get to sit in front of a receptionist and wait...
Then the entire process starts again.
Passionately and relentlessly focused.
Never. Give. Up.
Sunday, November 13, 2016
Saturday, November 12, 2016
The moment is here now;
The past lives in shadows, and cannot be changed.
The future lives in projections, which cannot be controlled.
I can be present––or nothing.
Friday, November 11, 2016
Back in Los Angeles and back to the grind––of my teeth from all of the noise I’ve returned to.
Vacation can be a distraction from life, but the truth is, I’m happy to be home.
Creativity calls––and so does the yoga studio; time to work off the five pounds (okay ten...) I gained in Hawaii.
Life is back in session.
Thursday, November 10, 2016
The sand, sun, and sea have been a gentle, loving, supportive reminder that balance is necessary for creativity; and my health.
I’ll be back in time, but for now, I’m going to savor the last four hours before I fly back to reality.
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
The people of America have confirmed that they would rather have an openly hateful, misogynistic, uninformed, wealthy white man––with no experience whatsoever––lead the free world;
Than a powerful, confident, intelligent––openly accepting––woman.
Now, more than ever, our country needs free-thinkers. Artists, writers, activists, leaders––who will stand up for the people who may not have a voice in the very near future.
Yesterday, a majority in our country decided that the old way is better...
I pray that my freedom and equality will endure.
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
I woke up early to work––on vacation?!
Yes, even on a holiday, I have to answer emails.
Fortunately, in paradise, zen is only a breath away.
Now that my checklist is complete,
I’m going to enjoy the heat at the beach!
Monday, November 7, 2016
It’s hard to be upset in Hawaii.
The ocean waves act as an emotional eraser––gently absorbing unpleasant thoughts and washing them out to sea.
Conflict melts away in the warm salty air;
All that is left is Faith in paradise.
Sunday, November 6, 2016
Saturday, November 5, 2016
My mind awakes and begins to stir;
Just as the ocean rolls in towards the sand,
My heart beats and I feel alive;
Just as the birds call to each other,
My soul sings out with gratitude.
In this moment, I am present and at peace.
Friday, November 4, 2016
It’s hard not to be inspired in paradise.
Layered melodies from various birds call outside my window,
The perfect soundtrack to write.
Creativity flows as easy as multiple Piña Coladas––happily tipsy, I type.
The sun lifts over the horizon revealing a shimmering crystal blue sea.
Try to be upset in Hawaii––if you are, you’re doing life wrong.
Thursday, November 3, 2016
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
As artists, we often feel unworthy when something doesn’t go our way.
“They must not like my work.” “I must be doing something wrong.”
When in fact, “they” are probably so deep in their own process.
Creative collaborations can be an uncomfortable idea for many,
Likewise, helping another artistic person can feel like a sacrifice.
But rest assured, when the Universe realizes a magnificent opportunity;
The stars will align.
So, it is our duty to continue cultivating and refining our work with a sense of playful, stress free joy––and when the time is right––the work will take flight.
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
Monday, October 31, 2016
Of course “it’s not about the fame or money”, but it’s a completely validating feeling to see yourself in print!
I’ve invested more than twenty years pursuing a creative career––and these little highlights act as motivation to continue to training, auditioning, and evolving as a person and artist.
All in stride though––in three days this town will forget about the article, and demand that I answer, “what’s next?”
But for today, I’ll enjoy the spotlight!
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Saturday, October 29, 2016
A sliver of light cracks over the San Gabriel Mountains,
The birds chirping outside my window serve as a beautiful, calm wake-up call.
My puppies are still cozy in bed as I make my way to the office to write.
The smell of dew covered grass wafts into the house,
My serene Saturday has begun.
Friday, October 28, 2016
A happy reminder that fall has arrived in Los Angeles;
Before long unnecessary fires will be lit,
And hipsters will be wearing tailored layers and scarves.
I’m okay with that––in fact, I’ll join in the fun.
The temperature might not drop below fifty degrees;
But in LA, it’s always important to dress the part!
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
They nicked her left paw and neglected to inform me;
I discovered it this morning, thanks to the trail of blood on my beautiful 800 thread count sheets.
She licks her wound,
While I scrub the blood from the Egyptian cotton.
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Neither one suspects what’s about to come.
They hear me fetch their leashes from the doggy drawer––
Nope, it’s not a walk Lily...
It’s time to get your hair cut!
Ginger, the Yorkie, knows what’s up.
She just took off to hide in the closet––
Trust me Ginger, I spent time in the closet, too;
You’ll feel better when you come out! ...You’ll look better, too!
Monday, October 24, 2016
Is a lot like rubbing elbows with non-celebrities;
You're in an overcrowded venue trying to look your best, smile, and at "cool" while you push your way to the front of the bar...
Except you can't ignore the fact that you just nudged Steve Buscemi back into place.
Welcome to Hollywood.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Saturday night, belting show tunes by myself,
It was like me in high school––only with wine, a better voice, and more theater credits––so I’m legit.
It wasn’t until I attempted the dance break during Magical Mr. Mistoffelees that I realized:
I’m not in high school anymore... And maybe I should do fouetté turns while drinking.
Saturday, October 22, 2016
Friday, October 21, 2016
I spent the day waiting for an answer from The Universe;
When I couldn’t hear Gods voice––I allowed the devil in my head to take control.
The creative process can be dark,
Add the complications and demands of life, and the heavy shadow is cast.
Thankfully, the voice in my head is no match for the spark in my soul––the flicker that woke me up today and said: Create! (And stop judging your work. That’s the critics job.)
Thursday, October 20, 2016
You might have a problem;
When you wake up from a nightmare screaming at Sean Hannity;
You seriously need to get help;
If the first thing you do after you wake up is turn on CNN;
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Monday, October 17, 2016
Being trapped in a classroom––playing Seven Up––because teachers didn’t want to be outside monitoring the wet, muddy, playground.
Heads down, thumbs up; it was fun for a moment, but the gravity would sink in...
No fresh air today––math class, reading, and an indoor game at your desk?
It’s like telling a child they get to skip school, and then informing them it’s because they have to go to the dentist.
As and adult I LOVE a rain day.
The perfect excuse to stay in my pajamas, curled up on the couch with a book; puppies on either side––sipping hot chocolate.
It’s good to be an adult.
Except for that “work” idea... that part is less fun.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Worse than a train wreck; I can’t turn off the television.
A man so narcissistic, he can simultaneously bash an accuser––based on their appearance––while declaring, “Nobody respects women more than I do.”
I can’t wait for this election to end;
In the meantime, I’m addicted to CNN.
Friday, October 14, 2016
Thursday, October 13, 2016
The smell of bacon wafts past my nose.
I finish the last sentence in my journal,
Share my daily social media post––and adorable picture of my niece dancing;
And I stare at my computer screen.
Time to pour my emotion onto a blank page,
I’m going to need more bacon.
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Monday, October 10, 2016
Interjecting and accusing like only a narcissist can.
The louder he gets, the bigger he lies,
Pacing the stage like a child who's lost a little league game;
Shoulders slumped, sniffling, and complaining,
It’s not fair!
His face, usually orange––now bright red with a tint of tangerine.
He is unabashed when he declares to the world that he is a good guy.
We’ve heard him say:
Racists, sexist, unimaginable things.
Remember, your actions speak louder than words.
The most frightening of all,
There are plenty of men––and unfathomable to believe, women, too––who agree with this man.
They are the America of yesterday; thank God.
Sunday, October 9, 2016
Saturday, October 8, 2016
I wait patiently for the dark bold liquid gold.
Impossible for me to brew ideas without caffeine;
Finally the machine rages with steam,
I rush to fill my cup.
If only there was a way to get the caffeine into my veins faster;
Definitely addicted behavior.
Friday, October 7, 2016
The snooze button on my alarm is mad at me;
I continue to pound my hand down!
I’m up. I’m up;
I just need five more minutes.
I’m motivated to be creative today––I just have to convince my body to get out of bed.
Thursday, October 6, 2016
The buttery vanilla icing drips into the sweet layered dough.
If I had any willpower at all, I would resist the spherical treat,
And avoid the rolls––around my waste.
Instead, I dive in for a second bite.
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Is to act like a kid.
How can anyone fight the adventure that awaits at Disneyland.
There’s a reason they call it the Magic Kingdom;
All of the work that I think I need to do,
Will be waiting for me tomorrow.
Today––I’m going to play!
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Waiting for AT&T to refund a ten dollar credit.
I have to ask myself, “Is the money worth the energy?”
Answer: The money is always worth the effort.
Like my grandma always said, “A penny saved, is a penny earned.”
As long as I have the time––I will fight for every dime that’s mine.
Monday, October 3, 2016
The more determined I am to create.
The desire to manifest something from nothing has continued to motivate me as a person and artist.
Now, if only I could convince my hands that I have a story to tell.
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Crack three eggs into a bowl and whisk with a fork.
Once the butter is gooey––but before it starts to sizzle,
I crank up the flame, pour the eggs into the pan and start to fold the eggs feverishly.
Once the eggs are completely cooked, but before they brown, I remove the eggs from the pan and place them on top of a piece of toast that has been adequately covered in butter.
These are the eggs of my youth;
The deliciously, buttery, eggs that my grandpa taught me how to cook.
Please note that eating your eggs like this daily may lead to high cholesterol.
Friday, September 30, 2016
As technology advanced, I started collecting my news and current events from other sources––now the iPhone has an app that curates the news and information that might be important to me, based on algorithms I don’t even understand.
So when I turned on CNN today I was shocked.
I spent my life trying to stay informed and educated about world events, meanwhile the “news anchors” and talking heads go out of there way to bring the conversation back to a dialogue I might have heard during a lunch room fight among the cheerleaders and the nerds.
When did the media stop acting their age?
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Squirrels chasing tail,
A black Mercedes speeds down the hill––late for an important meeting––not my problem.
“Slow down!” I yell as the driver passes.
Half jokingly––I stay calm (because it’s a beautiful day, I’m off and he’s not) but seriously––he could have killed someone.
My legs are sore from too much yoga.
This canyon breeze feels so good on my zinc covered face.
I love hiking in LA––it’s good to get out in nature and leave the business behind for awhile.
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
And all three times I snoozed through it.
I’m normally up before the sun;
I slept in today––the sun is high in the sky.
My body says, “Thank you for the special treat.”
My mind says, “You wasted my day.”
My heart says, “Balance is key, breathe and move on.”
Still, I feel like a millennial;
Over rested and under motivated.
Time to start my day...
Monday, September 26, 2016
Golden light bounces from the billboards.
Even the movie stars in oversized ads shine in this town.
The bright warm glow offers a false comfort;
Everything is beautiful in Hollywood––until you turn out the lights.
Sunday, September 25, 2016
I’m ready to binge watch something on Netflix and fall asleep with my puppies; one on each side.
I overdid it in yoga––most a subconscious reaction to the amount of food I’ve been eating.
My stomach growls,
I cannot possibly be hungry;
More likely it’s my body readjusting to the idea of normal consumption.
My mind is obsessing about pizza,
But the love hanging over the side of my sweatpants reminds me that arugula would be a better choice tonight.
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Friday, September 23, 2016
The media never misses an opportunity to exploit a protest or a political cycle, now they have both.
Confused, misinformed, or uneducated soundbites from hysterical––dare I say extremist––they’re a misrepresentation of the America I know, on either side of the aisle.
Opinions on the street––further skewing an agenda.
Thursday, September 22, 2016
It’s Fall on the calendar––but the heat and humidity would suggest otherwise.
Making the most of the delicious weather lounging by my pool.
Today, heaven is floating on an inflatable raft, while sipping lemonade.
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Con: I would have to get off my couch.
Pro: I would be taking positive action toward changing my body.
Con: I would pass by an In-N-Out Burger––and most likely get a Double Double as a “reward.”
Pro: I would be able to stop at In-N-Out Burger––and eat a Double Double without feeling guilty; because I worked out.
Con: I would have to get off my couch.
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
I’m intrigued by the level of unconsciousness...
I watch a business man pick up crumbs from his lap and hurriedly shove them into his mouth.
A middle-aged women screams into her phone (presumably to a nanny) that her daughter forgot her lunch; she informs the receiver––and everyone else in Starbucks––that she’s on her way to the gym, so they would have to handle it.
A father and his daughter practice “high fives.”
And a muscle man checks out his body via the reflection in the window; he glances to make sure nobody observed this––I laugh in reaction.
The employees shout orders across the bar;
It’s just another Tuesday in Hollywood.
Monday, September 19, 2016
I found laughter in a few off-the-cuff jokes that Jimmy Kimmel made,
But more importantly, I found hope while watching so many first time nominees receive praise––in the form of a golden statue––for their achievements.
It’s promising to witness so many “unknown” talents, whom have been hustling for auditions and opportunities to work on television, earn recognition among so many well-know and established actors.
I was motivated in a new way watching the awards this year. I was reminded that no matter how old you are, what your race or sexual orientation––if you focus on the content, work hard, and stay relentless––everyone has an opportunity to succeed in the business of show!
Sunday, September 18, 2016
A destructive habit that feeds my ego, especially because I know that nothing creative or productive is cultivated in the type of energy.
With one breath and a gentle reminder, I identify the issue causing my negativity, release the fear, accept the current circumstances for what they are, and take action to get back on track.
The simple act of acknowledgement inspires positive action, creativity, and the ability to see that the past and future are no match for the present.
Saturday, September 17, 2016
The collective media has about as much control as a five-year-old kid in a candy shop––and even less concern about the longterm effect of their irresponsible behavior and the impact of this country––than a cigarette smoker has regard for their lungs.
Friday, September 16, 2016
My Shih-Tzu, Lily, conquers the fluffy hill, burying her head underneath the clean scent of fabric softener;
She disappears into the sea of sweatpants and is lost in the comfort of cotton.
I can’t blame her, even my workout clothes are very fashionable.
Thursday, September 15, 2016
I love nature,
I don’t like rocks in my shoes,
Jackhammers are twice as loud at 8am,
And it’s better to stretch before a three mile hike––unless you enjoy muscle spasms.
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Monday, September 12, 2016
We don’t always get to do what we love;
Some people never––and I make my living following my dreams.
I have been blessed with a lifetime of creative adventures;
I don’t take that for granted.
As much as I despises traveling––no matter how turbulent the journey can be sometimes––I am always grateful.
Sunday, September 11, 2016
I woke up to my roommate sobbing––shock, horror, fear, sadness, and confusion became our reality.
Never forget––became a motto for America;
And then, as time passed––the pain and sorrow, that was such a part of our day to day life, subsided.
But when I close my eyes and remember back fifteen years ago (which feels like yesterday), I remember every detail––I morn the loss of all of the innocent victims, I salute the lives of our heroes, and I pray for a country United again.
Saturday, September 10, 2016
Lends itself to an unwillingness to get out of bed today!
On the count of three I have to get up!
1. 2. Hits snooze––twenty minutes pass––3.
I’m up and in the shower.
Time to make the donuts!
Friday, September 9, 2016
Working with new dancers is always a joy; the balance of trust, creativity, and enthusiasm––hard work, sweat, and hopefully NO tears.
I love sharing stories in which ever form I have the means;
Today I will channel that bright-eyed young man who moved to New York full of idealism and showmanship and work through twenty-years of insecurities and breakthroughs!
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Monday, September 5, 2016
Honoring her life––while she was fighting for her life.
Overnight, a virus took away her ability to walk, talk, or hold her daughter.
My sister has always been a fighter.
Her tough exterior guards her sensitive and loyal heart.
Some of our family doubted in her ability to recover––I never lost Faith;
They don’t know my sister like I do.
A childhood spent in pure laughter or passionate fighting; neither one of us is afraid of extremes; but we always had each others back.
We moved around a lot when we were younger, so she was always my best friend.
When we became adults we were both preoccupied with building our own future––and forgot to check in with one another.
My sister’s hospitalization was a wake-up call for me;
This indépendant, talented, intelligent, creative, emotional, women––mother, daughter, sister, and friend, is one of the most important people in my life.
My love for her is unconditional and pure.
I’m so grateful that she has made a full recovery––the future looks bright;
But all we really have is the present, which is perfect, because it’s my sisters birthday. Happy Birthday Shiree. I love you.
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Even more who will remind you of your limitations––they see them as flaws––and believe they are helping you.
There is no use correcting their judgments––and even less use in proving them wrong;
Instead, surround yourself with people who inspire you––challenge you to do more than you think your capable of; the reward is not in achieving the victory, but in the pursuit of finding yourself in the dream.
Friday, September 2, 2016
Searching for creativity or motivation can be challenging on a Friday.
Programmed childhood patterns remind us that the weekend is near.
I want to be successful––at letting go.
Balance comes naturally; sometimes.
And then there are those moments when you have to force a hand.
Now, I’m going to force myself downward;
Maybe then I’ll have a clear mind and return to what I love.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Jealous of my down-wrapped sofa sectional.
Both have comforted––encouraged even––my Netflix addiction until the early hours of the morning;
But only one can provide the proper lumbar support necessary for a successful day of yoga.
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Testing the growth and knowledge from every inspirational book and zen–yoga–mind–body–soul practice I’ve ever encountered.
There is no breath deep enough to help me move past the faux-human MONSTER that refuses to have a conversation with me;
No, I don’t want to press one––and thank you for pressing every boundary I’ve attempted to create, so as to stay in a happy place.
Monday, August 29, 2016
Men and women who have inspired me on my journey as a dancer–turned–choreographer, I take a deep breath and smile––I’m standing shoulder to shoulder with my heroes and we’re connecting, laughing, and sharing our passion.
We’re gathered to celebrate movement on television––and without it, where would I have found my passion?
I grew up in front of a TV set; studying the moves of my favorite actors, singers, and dancers; now I’m collaborating with them.
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Now it starts with a deep breath in and an inspirational thought––and then a big cup of caffeine!
I think any Zen master would agree: Balance is everything.
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Neither one is very interested in eating––it’s just a competition to see who can out intimidate the other––so basically it’s like a catfight on America’s Next Top Model.
Friday, August 26, 2016
Sometimes I’d rather see that annoying Macintosh rainbow hamster wheel––because at least then I’d know someone (or thing) was thinking.
Creative writing is like throwing a dinner party; it all sounds fun until you actually start doing the work––once your guests show up you all get drunk and have a fabulous time, when it’s over you have to clean up the mess and you swear you’ll never do it again––and then a few weeks later you miss the idea of a dinner party.
Thursday, August 25, 2016
I’m swimming in a sea of blankets and shaded by blackout curtains in my hotel room today; because sometimes vacation is a date with room services and HBO programming.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
My head beaded up with droplets of sweat and my pits are soaking wet.
It’s the perfect poolside retreat.
I’m off with a book in my hand, zinc on my face and a handful of drink tickets:
Bartender I’ll take the bottomless Pina Colada’s please!
I love a mini vacation.
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Monday, August 22, 2016
Often we run towards it naturally, as a way out.
But when we’ve hit the height of the day––people are tempted to run from the illuminating energy and seek shadows; afraid of what might be uncovered.
Those who remain exposed shine brighter.
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Our puppies cuddled in our laps––as we sip our caffeine and catch up on the current state of our lives.
We sit and read the news (online, of course) and discuss the fate of the world––just like grandma and grandpa used to do.
Lazily, we make our way to the bathroom and start to groom ourselves for whatever the day holds in store:
I may go to yoga––if I can rally and remind myself how accomplished I’ll feel afterwards;
Or, I might skip yoga and go to brunch with a friend instead.
I’ll need to find time to be with God––in His house or mine––it makes no difference, I just need to connect; it’s always beneficial to remember that there is a power greater than I can imagine in control.
In the meantime, I sit quietly on our sofa taking stock in the blessings I have. There’s no pressure to overachieve or attend to anything other than the present.
Saturday, August 20, 2016
I’ll do my best to focus on the adventures we shared while she was visiting––rather than being sad that she has to go.
Her love and support have helped me shine through every single journey I’ve walked.
But what I miss most when she’s not here, is her sense of humor––her contagious laugh is like an opera.
My heart is warm when her eyes sparkle with a wild thought or cleaver remark;
Every witty bone in my body was passed down from her.
We both like to shop, too.
And of course, I will miss our quality coffee talks!
I love you mom.
Friday, August 19, 2016
Bonding over a manicure and pedicure with a champagne toast.
Because who doesn’t love being pampered?
My mom has always been a fabulous shopping buddy, I’m a lucky guy––and I have the soft hands and shiny toenails to prove it.
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Lines are learned,
Costumes have been fitted;
I look the part.
Working with a talented cast and crew;
Today is a dream that will live for eternity on film––well actually it’s digital––but still, you get the point.
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Scattered pieces of scenery––half familiar sets from movies and television shows you love.
The smell of burning lights.
Avoiding craft services to and from the dressing rooms––do you want to be in shape on camera or not?
Performers gathered in a corner of the set reviewing the choreography;
Laughter ensues, while I try not to sweat through my costume.
And then, action!
I love being on a set––living my childhood dream.
Monday, August 15, 2016
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Friday, August 12, 2016
There are some jobs that are work––and others that are a pure joy.
Whether teaching class, sharing late night conversation with likeminded choreographers, or experiencing an adventurous hayride; every moment is filled with inspiration, laughter, and light.
Whenever I’m surrounded by the collaborative energy of these artists, my spirit soars.
Life on tour is always brilliant when the people you’re working with are seeking the same creative journey.
Thursday, August 11, 2016
A dialogue about transitions, technique vs. performance, and a terminology exchange;
And a choreographed water show in the pool.
I thoroughly enjoyed another fabulous evening with artists from around the world.
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
The nights are loaded with food, friends, and more dance...
In my mind I feel eighteen;
Physically I feel like a grandpa––but I push through.
My soul feels alive, grateful, and at peace.
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
I may not be getting enough sleep, but I’m having a marvelous time bonding with talented, intelligent, thoughtful people; and with all of that creative energy, who needs sleep?
Monday, August 8, 2016
A home cooked meal,
Soak in the hot tub,
Wine and lively conversation,
And crash in a comfortable bed, while watching Netflix.
It’s going to be a brilliant week.
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Two luxury terrycloth oversized beach towels––one for sunbathing and one to dry off with;
Healthy (but still savory) snacks;
A large bottle of water to stay hydrated;
A stylish but functional hat––to guard against skin damage;
A juicy summer book;
Several trashy tabloid magazines to warm-up the conversation;
An external speaker with BlueTooth technology;
A light summer hoodie for the crisp ocean breeze;
A positive attitude.
Summertime is meant for sand, sea, sun, and seriously outrageous laughter with friends!
Friday, August 5, 2016
I was a Boy Scout––and prior to that a Cub Scout––for over ten years;
I learned a lot: how to hold a knife, pitch a tent, climb mountains, cook in high altitudes, flirt with boys, and Be Prepared.
I can’t remember if be “Be Positive” is one of the Scout motto’s or not––but it should be.
I spent the better part of my twenties over-planning, worrying too much, and trying to force “life” to happen.
I’m so grateful that as I continue my journey as an artists and human being, that I’m learning the true meaning of life: Be Present.
To remain aware in each moment––a skill that requires positivity.
Regardless of the set back or situation, a positive mind set enables me to focus on the moment at hand; this in turn provides me with the ability to achieve my goals and stay committed to my resolutions.
The Boy Scouts taught me to Be Prepared––Faith has taught me that no amount of preparation will serve me better than a positive approach to living in the present.
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Today, I’m hiding from the world, which includes:
Turning of my iPhone,
Ignoring my emails,
Avoiding social medial,
Hiding from responsibility,
Dodging my agents request for self-submissions,
Skipping yoga (okay maybe I’ll go to yoga––but only because I find the meditative exercise relaxing),
And binge watching Sons of Anarchy on Netflix.
Life is short: Find balance.
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Imagine if the human collective could find the light, too.
Darkness exists everywhere––if you don’t believe me just turn on Fox News or CNN––depending on the angle you learn towards, you will see a slanted representation of anger, fear-based analysis, exploited “victims”, and sensationalized drama.
Too many people live in fear because it’s what they’re told to believe; conditioned over time to hate and challenge anyone who looks or thinks differently from them.
Now imagine if we (society) started to shine a positive spin on the spin cycle. What if we took positive action––however small––against every negative emotionally charged circumstance that we are witness to?
In total darkness, even the smallest crack of light is enough to lead us to a way out.
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
It’s time to get downward-dog and get upward with my spirits.
The calming, peaceful, grounded experience that transcends work, ambition, and stress;
When I’m back on the mat––my life makes sense.
Monday, August 1, 2016
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Saturday, July 30, 2016
So it’s odd that artists spend so much time living in the distant memory of a life they’ve already lived.
I’m currently in the process of completing my second book; no small task. Especially because this book is a very personal account of the crazy adventures and random circumstances I’ve encountered in my life thus far.
In order to accurately convey my story, I’ve spent a lot of time reliving terrible moments in my life––similar to re-watching any movie from the 80′s––you know there’s comedy somewhere in the mix; but you have to sift through a lot of shit before you get to the gold.
Essential I’m examining my life from a more clear point of view, and the majority of events that have transpired feel almost dreamlike.
“That couldn’t have really happened to me, did it?”
The answer, of course, is always, YES.
That was your life and somehow you maneuvered around it. Once I wrap my mind around that, I continue writing.
It’s oddly gratifying to liberate myself from past indiscretions; and also heartbreaking to relive a tragic moment.
In the end, the truth will always set me free.
Friday, July 29, 2016
My obvious reaction––I must have really needed the sleep.
But I can hear my grandpa saying, “You can never catch up on sleep.”
He may have been correct with his evaluation, but my body begs to differ.
I feel so well rested and fresh;
I’m ready to conquer the day––and it’s a good thing too, because I’m teaching in a very big workshop in New York City!
Thursday, July 28, 2016
And it’s as if no time has passed as I write from the Starbucks on 40th and Lexington Avenue.
This was not my “home” Starbucks, but aren't they all the same?
I spent so many hours of my life (pre-marriage) journaling, dreaming, and plotting my career path in a Starbucks;
Surrounded by strangers who felt like family at Starbucks––we all shared common themes: aspiring actor–writer–director–students–without–air conditioning in the summer heat.
Which is very similar to my circumstances today.
While I’m much older––and can actually afford air-conditioning now; I am in a city that I no longer have a home––so I found solace in my family at Starbucks.
In between meetings and meeting up with friends, I happily hack away at my computer––finishing a chapter in my new book, and catching up on emails.
The traffic is at a standstill, but my creativity is in full-force;
That’s the beauty of New York––once you're here, you can’t fight the energy.
I’m delighted to visit NYC for a trip down memory lane, however, I’m so grateful that I achieved my goals in this city––with nothing to prove here––I enjoy visiting friends, working my gig, and returning home to my family!
I enjoy NYC, I LOVE LA.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Which is odd in this heat––I’m doing everything I can to stay in the arctic confine of my sixty-eight degree climate-controlled house.
If I even walk past the puppy drawer my Shih-Tzu, Lily, goes crazy––she knows where the harness is stored and she is ready!
After sleeping in until 7:30AM, I decided it was still early enough to go for a short walk along the Los Angeles river.
Once I was dressed and lathered from head-to-toe with SPF 100 with zinc, I gathered the puppies and we embarked on our journey.
Within three blocks of our house, my Yorkie, Ginger, had given up: she made her business and then demanded––via digging all four feet firmly into the scorching sand beneath her––that she received princess status in my arms.
Lily, on the other hand, was ready to trek the miles of California foliage that lined the riverbed; in search of a scent that was yet to be discovered.
Finally, after thirty minutes in the heat, Lily laid down in defeat. Eager to get home, but not thrilled about carrying two furry creatures in the blazing sun, I found the shadiest path possible and laboriously made my way home.
Now inside the freezer box, I see Lily eyeing me, “Daddy, don’t ever make us do that again.” My thoughts exactly.
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
I might be able to answer this question more honestly if I weren’t so busy sleeping.
I’ve spent the past three days in and out of a bear–like hibernation; where I used to wake up early and conquer the world in three hours, I find myself accomplishing the smallest of tasks: like emptying the dishwasher––followed with a two-hour nap on the couch.
My grandpa used to tell me that you could never catch up on time––I’m not sure if that is scientifically proven (and I’m too lazy to open a new search window to Google it) but it makes sense.
How on earth am I supposed to recover from a month of fourteen hour days?
I need a vacation!
Instead, I’m going back out on the road.
No one said the glamorous life was easy. Work hard, play hard, and sleep when you’re dead.
Monday, July 25, 2016
While I was out on tour, I had set call-times that I couldn’t miss;
Now that I’m home, it’s a challenge to set an alarm.
My body wants to catch up on my sleep deprivation––but my brain knows that you can never recover from lost sleep.
I’m no stranger to a schedule and I know that accountability is key to success;
Now if I could just convince my body to accept its fate and get out of bed!
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Puppies on either side––cuddling me with unconditional love.
After three weeks on the tour I feel recharged, but not yet ready for more;
Thankfully, I have three days in Los Angeles, before I go back out on the road.
The life of an artist is often lonely and always grueling.
On the one hand, we get to express ourselves through writing, dancing, painting, or performing––hopefully inspiring an emotion or thought provoking reaction in others; what we forget is how taxing that energy is to cultivate and distribute.
I’m always elated to share my journey;
And even more delighted when my journey brings me home.
Saturday, July 23, 2016
Friday, July 22, 2016
Hotel rooms have become my new home––thankfully tomorrow I return to my family and life in LA.
The pause button is pressed on the road;
Friends, family, and projects continue without you.
I set resolutions in an effort to stay focused on the positive aspects of my time away from loved ones––no distraction or goal is great enough to completely soothe the hardship that distance creates.
Still I found time to create, laugh, meditate, develop new friendships, perform, and collect a paycheck.
Life is full of tradeoffs;
Some are harder than others.
When I left Los Angeles I was overwhelmed at the daunting schedule that I had committed to; but I reminded myself to stay present and focus on one day at a time––in doing so, I found balance every day and the opportunity to evolve as a person and artist.
There is nothing more liberating than the power of awareness and the freedom of making a choice: stay present and make the best of every circumstance.
Thursday, July 21, 2016
I get paid to sit at a table with industry professionals and share fun stories while watching the next generation of talented performers take stage.
It’s been a whirlwind journey full of laughter, creativity, backstage drama, egos, attitudes, adventures, and love.
Life on the road is not for everyone––I’m thankful that as I’ve grown older, I’ve learned how to us my time thoughtfully and continue to evolve as a person and an artist.
I’m not sure if I’m eager to sign up for another creative project that takes me away from my family and our home for more than a week; but like every true gypsy, I’ll decide that in the moment,
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
After getting a solid four hours of sleep.
I’m ready to face the day with: positive energy and a lot of coffee.
Sometimes balance requires caffeine.
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
It’s hard to believe I’ve been away from home for a month.
Once you’re on the road you lose track of time and the days all feel like one gigantic scene in a movie––you wake up and you feel like you’ve already finished the scene, and the director is calling for another take.
Growing up I dreamed of this life; traveling, performing, late-night parties, hosted events, and the money––don’t forget the money.
I don’t take for granted how blessed I’ve been to travel the world; my childhood dream has been actualized as a career.
It’s remarkable what a person can accomplish when they believe that nothing is impossible.
I’m grateful that I knew what I wanted for my life at a very early age––moreover, I am incredibly thankful that I had a loving, supportive family and was surrounded by inspirational mentors who believed in me.
So, as my time on tour wraps up I can say without hesitation that I made the most of every day. I stayed present, positive, creative, healthy––and though I worked hard, I enjoyed fun activities, too.
The best part, I am returning home to a loving family, a beautiful home, money in the bank, and a manuscript that is three chapters closer to being complete!
Monday, July 18, 2016
You wake up extra early to ensure your spot in the line.
Little things like warm, fresh food have the impact of three hours of sleep––so I’ll gladly lose an hour of shuteye to gain that eggsellent energy!
Plus, that leaves me even more time to make my trek to Starbucks, and when you’re staring down a fourteen hour day in the theater––that little green mermaid logo becomes your best friend.
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Finding balance is difficult in life––and can be even more so when you’re on the road working in close proximity with the same people, doing the same job over and over again. Some might call it insanity.
Luckily I’ve stayed on course with my daily resolutions and continue to find time to laugh, be creative, exercise, and get out of the theater.
Even now, as I’m sitting at the Starbucks in Heavenly Village I feel at peace;
Surrounded by gorgeous mountains and a pristine lake––how could I not be present?
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Friday, July 15, 2016
You can always count on the lively people on the East Coast to encourage a wild and crazy night.
I partied like a rock star last night––thankfully I was able to sleep in today.
Also cool, today is the end of the third city; three down, one to go!
Life tends to feel as though it moves faster when you’re on the road.
Probably because there are days when you never leave the hotel lobby, so you never know if it’s light or dark outside.
Yesterday, when we were finished with our show, I walked outside and like a vampire on True Blood I cringe when I saw the sun––this cannot be a positive reaction; I’ll be happy when that glowing ball of energy in the sky is a series regular in my life again.
Thursday, July 14, 2016
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
When the wake-up calls get tough, and you feel like blowing them off and sleeping in;
Remember how good it feels to accomplish your creative goals before going to be creative for someone else.
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
I had a bad day––and I could not find my way back to a positive outlook.
Fourteen days into the tour; today marks my half-way point.
That’s cause enough to celebrate! It’s also my anniversary and I’m away from home.
When you’re working, socializing, and sleeping (in the same hotel room) with the same people for an extended period of time––and you’re not married to them––things are bound to get bumpy.
Thankfully, I climbed out of my negative slump and I’m ready to laugh again.
I used my complaint card (we all get one on tour) and now it’s time to build a bridge and get over it.
No one wants to be around a bitter, jaded diva––unless you’re married to Shannen Doherty and you’re just after the money...
Monday, July 11, 2016
Meditation is possible, even with excess noise.
Commit to the resolutions that have encouraged positive and creative energy.
Seeking balance is key to establish a drama-free time on tour;
When the cast and crew start to complain––shut up and walk away;
Nothing good will come from gossip––this isn’t the CW Network,
And I’ve got more important things to do.
Sunday, July 10, 2016
I have four hours of “downtime” until I teach a master class; with hundreds of eager young dancers––all just like I used to be: talented, idealistic, and hungry for fame.
If they only knew that the road to fame is paved in a swirly-mustard patterned stained ballroom carpet at [NAME ANY POPULAR HOTEL ACROSS THE COUNTRY].
Not that I’m complaining, I have loved every moment of my career––and I continue to remain grateful for every opportunity I get; sometimes they come with red-carpet treatment, and sometimes you’re just delighted that the carpet doesn’t have (many) unidentifiable red stains.
Saturday, July 9, 2016
Friday, July 8, 2016
Once you’re in the tour-machine you forget which day it is.
Alarms programed to wake you up in time for every event, show, and rehearsal.
When I stop and take a breath––I realize I’m almost to the halfway mark;
And then an alarm goes off, reminding me that it’s time to get back to work.
Thursday, July 7, 2016
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
The more disciplined you have to be.
Get out of bed;
Get on your feet.
It’s pouring rain––the heavy drops collide into our window;
Echoing the tears in my heart.
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Celebrating Independence Day––or any holiday––away from home is often challenging; in a sick way, I crave the typical family bickering whenever I hear an explosion in the sky.
Like one of Pavlov’s Dogs, my mouth salivates for potato salad, dill pickles, hotdogs, and a family argument.
Last night the company gathered for music, delicious food, and a lot of laughter; just like home, minus the fireworks.
Monday, July 4, 2016
I stayed on target with my resolutions to remain healthy, creative, and positive.
No easy task while working a full-time show, too.
Finding balance has always been something I strive toward––only occasionally achieving it in my day-to-day life.
Thankfully, as I grow older, I find more room for acceptance and less resistance.
The grasshopper is finally becoming the grass?! Or something Zen like that.
Sunday, July 3, 2016
Never use a razor when you’re in a hurry.
My face turned into one of those artificially flavored, yet juicy Gushers––the blood wouldn’t stop; so now I’m walking around with a wad of toilette paper on my face.
The good news is that we’re on camera today; so much for my extreme close up!
Saturday, July 2, 2016
It was a rare and precious opportunity to get outside while it was still light; not willing to waste a moment––I gathered with an intimate group of friends and we walked along the River Walk.
When I write “walk”, what I should mention is that dancers never walk, we choreographed an impromptu show––yoga video shoot included––while Plus-sized tourists gathered in curiosity; less like a zoo, more like a car accident.
After our spectacular spectacle we decided to enjoy a fancy dinner at an upscale (and delicious) American bistro.
I gorged on a steak that was prepared to perfection: with a ton of butter and salt; as passer-byes would stop and ask, “Are you those yoga people?”
Yes, I’d mumble with salty carcass falling from my mouth; it was a great night!
Friday, July 1, 2016
It’s too early, but I woke up––I’m alive; which is a great thing.
It would be really difficult to pursue my dreams if I were dead.
I don’t remember the first time I heard the expression, “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” But I understand the wise words from either John Lennon or Allen Saunders, depending on what you believe on Google.
Humans spend so much time thinking, dreaming, scheming––looking for our purpose; even those who were born with a burning passion, a genius mind, or a remarkable talent sometimes forget the beauty of life.
Today is here; use it, or lose it.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Yesterday I managed to accomplish all of my daily resolutions:
Post social media content, spend time writing my new book, give myself a yoga class, find time to read, journal, and still somehow I was able to work.
In order to achieve these tasks, I’ve accepted that I have to wake up before the sun comes out.
My body wants sleep, but my soul needs to feel fulfilled;
Sometimes balance requires compromise––while on tour, it comes in the form of a baker’s wake-up call.
...It’s time to make the donuts!
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Monday, June 27, 2016
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Positive and negative;
Good and evil;
The ability to remain present requires acknowledging the difficult task we face as people––the power of choice; to allow other people or circumstances to effect our ego, or release it and stay present.
Grandpa always said, “If you want to be happy, be happy.” Equally that must mean, “If you want to be unhappy, be unhappy.”
The choice is ours.
Saturday, June 25, 2016
I took a step back and realized that I was thinking about the next four weeks on tour; how long I was going to be out of town, and how little creative time I’ll have for my writing, acting, and choreography projects.
I paused and released the fear; I reminded myself that life is full of opportunity––when I give myself the opportunity to stay present and focus on what’s in front of me.
Release the past, let go of the future, and shine today.
Friday, June 24, 2016
The idea is simple: Whether I’m in an airport waiting for a connecting flight or in the Green Room waiting to go on stage; there is no reason why I cannot find ten minutes in every day to be mindful. The bonus is that I can stay connected socially and encourage others to take positive steps in their mental, physical, and spiritual health, too.
I haven’t worked out all of the details, and I’m not entirely certain how to incorporate an interactive social presence––but like every new adventure, the path will become clear once I start the journey.
Regardless of the success of this new yoga based social experiment; I know that I will stay accountable and aware of my overall health––and that is a Zensation!
Thursday, June 23, 2016
At first, I was upset and I started to think about all of the things I “needed” to do before I could actually “enjoy” my free time––and then I remembered how easy it can be to release all of the pressure, and just start doing things.
My grandpa used to say, “If you want to be happy, be happy.”
Yes, it really can be that simple––if you understand that we have a choice;
I can continue to tell myself that I’ve wasted time and the day is ruined, or I can remind myself that I was able to get the sleep my body felt it needed and now I can be more present during my tasks.
Life is short, and it goes by fast––be here now, and find happiness in whatever the circumstance may be.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
What an exhilarating moment when you no longer desire acceptance;
Instead, finding inner peace, gratitude, and awareness.
The ability to look back into the past with fond memories––without getting stuck there; simultaneously, looking toward the future––without losing the present.
Monday, June 20, 2016
Sunday, June 19, 2016
The moment I walked through the threshold, I was transported to my earliest memories of the bookstore mega-chain.
When I first moved away from home, I spent most of my downtime in Chicago (when I wasn’t at the gym trying to bulk up to secure a place in the concert dance company I was apprenticing for) sitting in the alcove of books; searching for answers.
I was still in the closet, broke, and consumed with gaining knowledge on: art, history, acting, style, design, fashion, philosophy, and spirituality.
Hours would pass effortlessly as I combed through stacks of books and magazines––keeping detailed notes in my journal (prior to SmartPhones or a laptop.)
When I moved to New York City, I continued to find solace at Barnes & Noble––finally out of the closet, I hoped to meet my future husband; he would also love books and be passionate about wasting days drinking overpriced coffee while researching the latest ideas in entertainment and pop culture.
Finally at a point where I was open and honest with myself, I decided to dream big and I found inspiration to do so everywhere I looked. I knew that one day I, too, would be an author with a book on these shelves.
(Hey, I kept a journal––and I knew that I had important things to share with the world. So why shouldn’t I think about becoming a writer?)
When I met my boyfriend (now husband) Jeff, we discovered early on that we had a mutual obsession with killing time in a bookstore. It was my match made in heaven.
We moved to Los Angeles together several years later, and continued to find bliss in the Newsstand at the Barnes & Noble at The Grove.
So now, as I walk around the store today, I’m reminded of the journey that I’ve been on. It’s bizarre to accept that twenty years have passed since I first fell in love with getting lost in a sea of words on a page.
I’m a published author now, and my book sits on the shelves in the very store I first decided that I could do anything I put my mind to.
The word surreal doesn't even begin to define my emotional reaction.
Not at all in the place I imagined I might be when I was eighteen, and setting my sights on a brilliant future––while I still feel that kid inside; I have evolved into a version of myself that God has designed, far more rewarding than any goal I had envisioned.
I have been blessed; and I just re-discovered that, in a bookstore.
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Friday, June 17, 2016
I sit at my breakfast table writing in my journal, doing my best to focus on the present.
If this beautiful beam of energy, doesn’t serve as a reminder;
Trust in light, seek light, be light.
Thursday, June 16, 2016
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Likewise, my current situation will not evolve if I compare it to my past.
This moment is here now––regardless of yesterday’s victories or setbacks; and tomorrows challenges or accomplishments will come tomorrow.
Living in the present requires the Faith to be in this moment––and no where else.
Monday, June 13, 2016
Sunday, June 12, 2016
Violent and compassionate––we coexist with people who share vastly different backgrounds: politically, socially, religiously, and economically; it’s devastating when one disturbed individual plays God in the name of God.