Dear Acting MFA, summer intensives, scene study classes, etc etc etc,
Walking away from you is one of the hardest things I've ever done. And I suppose I should count myself as lucky if that's the case, because certainly there are greater hardships in the world. But you were my first love. My true love. And I thought I'd spend my life with you.
You taught me how to see and be seen, that strength without vulnerability is play pretend that everyone can see is fake, how to work a room, a crowd, a moment. That my first instinct is almost always right and everything else is edited to be more safe and palatable. That right where I am is the only place that I can be, and that in fact, I've already begun.
You taught me to take up space. To know when to hold for silence and when to move on. That I am there to serve the story. That I can be relaxed and ready. That I can't control everything, and that I'll literally ache if I try to. That if I'm paying attention, my unplanned impulse is the most truthful and exciting thing in the room. You taught me to be curious about the world and to let the work teach me what it wants to be. And that the only way to improve is to be ok with failing over and over again.
You helped me become more of who I am. And that's my wish for every single client that I work with now.
You're not my work, but you're still my home. You're the house I grew up in.
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Afraid to change careers because you're worried about wasting your education? Don't. It's never a waste. You just use it in a different way.
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Not sure if you're ready to walk away from the career you're in? I did a video about how I knew it was time to quit a career I loved in the Facebook group. Just request to join the group and
watch it here.
What Feels Like Home Right Now
Getting dolled up just because
Anticipation for fall
Writing all day long
Making a new fall playlist
Skype dates with far away friends
Best,
Laura
