Building A Fort:

Feather duvet fluffed and folded on the floor,
Couch cushions leaning against the couch;
We layered sheets, stacked throw pillows, and collected our favorite books.
And then we turned on the movie Matilda. . .

Family

Moments away from three generations of intelligent, beautiful, opinionated loved ones under one roof; again.
As long as we smile, we'll all thrive.

Doing Too Much.

I have to remember to give myself space;

My passion cannot become a problem.

I love feeling creative and active;

But my work is suffering.

It's time to take a step back and breath;

I might need to learn how to say, "no", too!

Observation:

I spend too much money on coffee.

Traffic.

I spend as much time sitting in traffic as I do on Instagram.
Making eye contact with the other drivers on the road is like scrolling through my feed; endless selfies…

A Happy Story In Three Words:

Extra Ranch dressing.

Anger:

Absolutely
Nothing
Gained;
Except
Rage.

Working on a Weekend:

“It’s not work when you love what you do.”
Nonsense.
There is nothing in the world I would rather do with my life than follow my passion as an artist.
But the amount of administrative tasks that have to be done in the pursuit of living my dream––is absolutely work.

Boys Do Ballet:

Lara Spencer, a national morning talk show host and mother of two, openly mocked the “future King of England” for practicing ballet.
And we wonder why––even in the 21st Century––children are still hiding in the closet; or worse, killing themselves for being perceived as “funny” or different.
Let’s examine ballet: an incredibly complicated, athletic endeavor which requires strength, discipline, artistry, intelligence, dedication, tenacity, and countless hours of work in order to express a unique, beautiful, physically demanding presentation of passion, culture, and vibrant storytelling.
Yes, I can see why it’s funny to condemn a young man for following this silly art form.

Lazy, Bed, Head:

I woke up at 9:45 am;
Pulling my groggy, but well rested body out of bed to make coffee.
Usually when I sleep the entire morning away, I’m pissed;
Today, I have forgiven myself.
The past month I have been pulled nonstop in twenty directions––and while I have plenty of projects that (still) need my attention––my body needed to shutdown.
Now, I’m out the door to get my day started.  . . .with a hat, because I don’t have time to shower!

Grateful:

Waking up with a mindful yoga practice––expanding my physical limits and deepening my breath––provides a clear, balanced path to start my day.
When I can follow it with a delicious coffee, journaling session, and gabfest with friends at Starbucks. . . I’m grateful.

One Word; My Day:

Dominated!

Monday:

Making my way through the world;
Open to new adventures;
Never say never;
Determined to find balance;
Always striving for more;
Yoga improves every situation!

Pool Party in the Hollywood Hills

Hot boys;
Floaty toys;
BBQ meat;
The end of summer is complete!

Saturday In LA:

I woke up alongside my husband and puppies;
Curled up and cute.
Morning journal and coffee before I get down on my yoga mat.
Running errands is fun, mainly because it feels good to be back in Los Angeles.
Following a delightful shower––I forgot how much I missed steady water pressure, you won't find that in New York––I dress and head out to visit with friends.
Tonight, date night; a movie perhaps or maybe just a fancy dinner. . . It doesn't really matter, because I'm home with my family!

Creative Collaboration:

I entered the creative studio with an open mind;
Always inspired by fine art, I was eager to swap stories and discover a new voice.
An artist’s studio is similar to a dance studio; energy swirling everywhere.
On the floor, a “sketch” of an olive branch that grows into a hangman’s noose; the artist experiments with materials in the same way that I would set a phrase of movement with a group of dancers:
Does the idea come across clearly?
In every direction an invention of the artist’s mind.
I begin to feel motivated to create.
Mission accomplished!

That Moment:

When you feel the tickle in the back of your throat and you remember that you heard someone sneeze next to you in yoga class yesterday. . .
So you pump your body with vitamin C and zinc hoping to avoid the dreadful summer cold.
I refuse to end my final days of pool paradise with a hazy, headache and stuffy sinus sadness.

A Journey South:

Beautiful bodies with blonde hair on every corner;
Flashy exotic cars race by;
Starbucks Coffee, Jewelry stores, and gun shops litter the streets.
Welcome to the OC!

Six Word Essay:

My body and mind crave stillness.

Monday Mayhem

I woke up to an overloaded inbox;
Returning emails, scheduling conference calls, maneuvering around chaos.
I constantly have to remind myself to breathe.
Life is a balancing act between what we want and what we have to do. . .

Travel Day; Back to LA

I’m headed home today;

I’m anxious to reconnect with my family and rediscover myself in LA.

I’m extraordinarily grateful for the creative opportunities that I have, but incredibly ready for a break from the road.

Mostly, I stayed present.

Boston 2019; Day 6

I lounged in the pool with my friends;

Evening at the theater;

Party on the bus.

Boston 2019; Day 5

Mosquito bites;

Hot tub;

Laughter!

Boston 2019; Day 4

Knees aching;

Neck sore;

Choreography completed;

Now, I can breathe.

Boston 2019; Day 3

Smooth jazz in the car on the way to the studio;

Commercial jazz in class;

Classic jazz technique!

Boston 2019; Day 2

Waking up early;

Auditions and choreography;

Summer camp with cocktails—is there anything better?

Boston 2019; Day 1

Lounging by a pool;

Overindulging life!

Travel Day; NYC to Boston

It took me longer to wash my clothes and repack than it will to fly from New York to Boston.

Ordinarily, I use my time in the air to choreograph and write, but today I’m going to catch a nap.

One more week of travel and then I’m going to sleep for a week;

Life on your: Glamorous and exhausting!

NYC 2019; Day 7

Last night in the city;

Rooftop party in Brooklyn;

Gen Xer’s, Millennial’s & what’s the name of the generation who doesn’t know Madonna in NYC?

NYC 2019; Day 6

I spent my day pounding the pavement yesterday; I was reminded of the hustle I had in my twenties. 

Dropping off resumes to casting offices at the beginning of my career; now in my forties, I’m aggressively walking the streets of New York dropping off copies of my second book to powerful media outlets!

The game doesn’t change…the stakes just get higher.

The evening wrapped like every brilliant evening in NYC should, at a Broadway show with my best friend Tracie. She and I started our careers together; I’m incredibly grateful she’s still by my side. We might not have the careers we imagined twenty years ago, but we have a thriving, creative path—and that means everything.

NYC 2019; Day 5

My body is aching from all of the walking.

No wonder I was thin and fabulous whilst I lived here! 

Thankfully, yoga has helped me ease back into the unforgiving sea of irritated people, weather-damaged sidewalks, and hideous humidity.

The fabulous food and vibrant nightlife help, too. 

Tonight: Moulin Rouge on Broadway!