Thursday, May 27, 2010

Summer Un-Vacation

I've just signed up for a couple classes that ought to keep me out late on school nights: An acting class, and a comedy sketch-writing class at the theater where I learned improv. Should keep me busy, especially since the writing class will involve -- of all things -- writing assignments. Like, school or something!

Holly will coherent sentences make have to.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Headaches in Hiding

I've had so few headaches over the last month or two! Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles. Hurrah!

The Exploration Stage

I've got acting on the brain. It's been several months since I did improv, and that comedy troupe I got into appears to have fallen through, so I'm now looking into other options. It's even occurred to me that I could go to grad school to study this stuff, which is funny because I've steadfastly avoided school since I got my postgrad diploma in '99. I wanted to be out there, living life, instead of just preparing for it. But the idea of diving into the deep end and being completely immersed in All Things Drama-Related for a year or two certainly holds its appeal.

It's also occurred to me that I could go back to the UK to do it. What's better than being immersed in acting? Being immersed in acting and Scotsmen.

Of course, there are all kinds of issues with the practicality of adding an acting degree to music degrees (unemployable in two artforms!), the matter of finances, and the reality that if I did head back overseas, I'd once again be foreign and unable to work, both of which rather stink. And this time I'd be old enough to be everyone's mom. (Did you know you can go to university at 16 over there? Good grief, I'd be older than half the professors.)

In the meantime, I've signed up for an acting class at the local center for adult ed. Maybe I'll sign up for another class or two, as well. I occasionally toss my hat in in response to requests for local actors, like I did with that comedy troupe. Lots of exploration. Not quite sure where it will lead or how. But I'm dipping my toes in again. I still think I can do this. I still want to do it. And along with all those annoying practicalities, I have this God fellow who seems to think that I could use some fun.

I've come to agree.

But Probably Not Bunjee Jumping

I'm heading into The Risk-Taking Zone. Where if God doesn't come through or things don't work out, I'll fall on my face in spectacular fashion.

Spectacular.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

11/4/2010: Save the Date

How do, folks!

I'm in transition -- or at least, I hope I am -- and thought it might be good to let you in on the process.

As you can see in the blurb at the right of this blog, I've been in a time of Serious Waiting for going on a decade now. In 2000, I returned from a second year in England, moved to D.C., and planned to head into my grown-up life: a music career with, hopefully, a comfortable income (it is possible!); an apartment of my own; a church; some long-term friendships; and meeting and marrying the right guy.

Well, I got the apartment, anyway.

The rest of it either crashed and burned or never quite got off the ground at all. There have been some changes, most of them slow. I believe God has been at work, both in me and behind the scenes in my life, but I'm still waiting for some of the big things that I've wanted my whole life.

So, 4 weeks ago, while praying, I found myself asking God to cap this season of waiting at ten years. If I remember correctly, I moved to D.C. on Nov. 4, 2000. As of today, that leaves just over five months. Yikes! I don't know if that sounds like a long time to you, but after ten slow years, it sounds incredibly short to me. I prayed that God would bring the big changes I've been waiting for in both the career and romance departments, and that I'll recognize and enjoy these changes when they come. I'm not letting God or myself off the hook with this one! The prayer is prayed, and it stands.

I know that in letting the world in on what I've done, I open myself to all kinds of opinions, advice, and concern: What am I doing to make this happen? What if it doesn't happen? If it does happen, how can I say it's God and not me? I'd ask you to trust me, since I've had years and years to wrestle with these issues, but you don't have to trust me. I'd ask you to trust God with it, but maybe that's not your thing. Whatever happens, I think this is an important risk in my relationship with Him, and I'm just trying to walk it out. And I'm sharing it here to give Him a chance to show Himself to be big, and to show myself to be... well, whatever I am in relationship with Him.

I'm both afraid that it all won't happen, and afraid that it will. After all, I'm used to things being slow and quiet, and I've asked for things that are new and scary.

But I'm also hopeful.

Skype Lessons

Don't pick your nose.

Do wear clothes.

Don't take it into the bathroom. For the love of Pete, this ain't a phone call.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Moving from Depressing to Creepy

After that last post, I got an ad for a Hoveround in my email inbox. Not only is Big Brother a creepy freak, he thinks I'm a frigging grandma.

Sunday, May 09, 2010

GILF

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