One Pill Makes You Smaller...

PART TWO:

Previously, on Mermaid Twang: 

Of course, the best fries in the Twin Cities are the one step back for my two steps forward, but they're SO "DAM" GOOD.  (See what I did there?)  Anyway, it's working.  

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The main reason I quit my day job was to act more.  Yep.  I did that thing they all say not to do.  Well, those people just don't want the competition, IMHO (they are the ones that don't realize there's room at the top.  And the top is wherever you want it to be).  I have opened up my days for auditions and gigs and limited my nights of performance.  Kind of.  But this is good.  I feel it is promoting focus and discipline.  I’ve lived many years without either of those, so this may take a while.  But the proverbial ball has begun to roll. 

The awesome thing is, I’ve had three auditions in the past month and a half.  It’s not a lot, but after being called for three things in the past year before, it’s a step in the right direction.  

I also realized the other day that I have virtually no time to see my Mon-Fri 9-5 friends now.  It’s bittersweet.  I love those friends, some are my besties, but as a creative who has to create and an extrovert that wants to... extrovate?  Well, my louder, more obnoxious side is a bully.  And often shows up in my creative side’s output anyway. My free nights are taken currently by voiceover class or rehearsal.* So, I don’t have a lot of time for those friends now.  That’s the bitter. 

*(Rehearsal for WHAT you ask?  Why, for this:)

click the pic for all the lovey dovey wovey details.  

The sweet is that I have time to see the other friends I have missed because of day job/night creativity.  And that there are less of those friends, so I have more creative time.  And I’m totally a daytime creative person; I can rehearse and perform at night, of course, but writing and crafting happen with sun.  I love my friends, but my soul fuel contains a slightly greater percentage of making art.  Luckily, I get both consistently. Not as frequently as I should, but leisure time is a close third anyway.  

So here’s the gross part (but possibly "scandalous" confessional part):  I am infinitely happier.  A light has switched on inside. The me of yore that loved life and performing and writing and sharing has ceased scratching at the surface and is now poking her beak through the egg.  This is in no small part related to my change in money-making strategy.  I know making the job transition was integral to this, pun intended, bitch-flip.  

But another big part of it?  

Pills.

to be continued...

My Feelings Can Again Be Best Summed Up In An Obscure Pop Song...

PART ONE:

Well, hello, everyone!

It's been a while.  I always say that I'm not going to mention that I haven't written in a while, but I always mention it.  But I know all y'all have me in your fancy RSS Reader or whatever, so getting an entry from me is like a little surprise gift, isn't it?  ISN'T IT.

And now I'm going to make that oft-repeated blogger promise that I'm going to be blogging much more  now because I don't have a job where I *have* to be in front of a computer, hence whenever I'm in front of a computer now it's because I want to be.  But this promise can never be made because the proof will be in that puddin'.  That deliciously metal internet puddin'.  And in writing.

So, whatever.  We'll see when the next time is that I decide to update you on the lush life I'm leading as a performer/writer/whatever the fuck I want to do... and, a waitress.

(and drinking a fucking smoothie I made.)

Yes!  I am waiting tables again.  As a young lady who is going to be a whopping 35 years old in three weeks (a good 13 years older than the average age of a server I'm sure), my current day (night) job is shlepping Dutch-inspired bar food, strong gin cocktails, and fancy beers to the 21+ crowd in downtown St. Paul at a huge establishment called Amsterdam Bar & Hall.  By the by, you gotta read the high energy blog by my new Facebook buddy and co-worker, Brenda.  

I made the decision to quit my day job for many, many reasons.  One was that I was sick of sitting down for 8 hours a day.  I am a naturally energetic person (REALLY) and I felt that the four and a half years I had spent on my ass for half my life during that time had worn me down to the point that I had lost the Courtney of days of old.  Did I mention I'm pretty much middle-aged now?  Heh.  But seriously, my soul had been sucked out.  This wasn't because of my co-workers, who I had grown to love like family, or my boss, who is arguably one of the most supportive bosses I've ever had, most of the time.  It was just... being in front of a computer all day.  My interactions with nature have been much more frequent in the past two weeks since leaving that job.  

So anyway, I needed to be up and about.  I needed to be exercising, but the two days of yoga a week I was barely committing to wasn't cutting it.  I've put on about 20 pounds since moving to the land of cheese curds and meat raffles.  And I've lost 7 in the month and a half on my feet, running around in a very large amount of square-footage for 8+ hours, 4-5 days a week.  Of course, the best fries in the Twin Cities are the one step back for my two steps forward, but they're SO "DAM" GOOD.  (See what I did there?)  Anyway, it's working.  

To be continued...