ALRIGHT...another day...another nothing to say.
I don't know, folks. Not much is going on in my life right now.
We wrapped up the Kidstuf season. That was great. The show really came together well. I'm indescribably blessed that I was able to be a part of it this year. We're starting back up in August, and here's hoping for a less tumultuous time this year. I kept losing hosts...I went through three in a year.
No new information on any of the things I've auditioned for. Although I was specifically told I would hear back about one thing this week. Tomorrow is Friday, so here's hoping.
I should know more about my year by next week. I should know more about the whole season, in fact. Hey, Synchronicity, True Colors, 7 Stages, Center Theatre, Dad's Garage, and OnStage Atlanta! Get on it and announce those suckers!
I've got an audition for South Carolina Repertory Company next Saturday. I have NO CLUE what their season is. That's exciting. Either way, I think we're getting close to the time of the year where my travels are going to cool down a bit. Really, I don't know where else to go. Who else wants me? I'd love to audition for you... Just let me know.
Hustle is important, as I've covered before. I have to keep reminding myself that it's a matter of getting in front of people more than once. Not just in far off places, but close too... I have to, have to, have to keep putting myself out there. That's not normally a problem, since I love the audition. I love the hunt. But I'd be lying if I said that having this much time off wasn't daunting.
I had people tell me I needed to get more personal. How's this for personal?
Tomorrow, I'm going to head back to Marshall County. I'm heading back for Relay for Life. In case you don't know about it, check the link. I don't want to get too far into it, but my county...my area has close ties to Relay. It's a big deal, sorta. I even co-captained my own team in high school (with my pal Kenny Pratt) which was sort of a fool's errand, but fun.
It carries so much weight this year. It carries the weight of a loss. It carries with it the cold hard fact that, this year, the luminary doesn't say, "In Honor of...", it says, "In Memory of..."
I don't know why I'm going, really. There's no reason. I'm going to walk around my high school track a couple of times, catch up with some old friends, and probably cry a little. But I'm not there raising money and I'm not there as part of a team. Though, let me backtrack. My head says that there is no reason to go. My heart knows better. I say I don't know why I'm going, but I know full well. I'm going to try and prove that I was worth the honor. I'm going to show the world/God/whoever may be watching that it was supposed to be me who was holding her hand. That it was no fluke.
Part of me thinks I'll spend the rest of my life trying to prove it. And part of me is ok with that.
Love you, Granny. See ya Friday.
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