2013-11-15 Free Bird
T-Minus 6 weeks til the next great adventure is upon me.. Come New Years Day I will be boarding a plane that will take me just a hop, skip and a jump across the pond to New Zealand! I will spend a week navigating the North Island and a week on the South Island, mostly in Queenstown (a hub for exhilarating activities!) From there, I will make my way over to the land of Oz (so 'keen' to see all my 'mates') and perhaps start a new fad of bathing oneself in vegemite. What can I say, those Aussie buggers have got me hooked! As one of my mates once said (in light of my tentativeness to give the jar of vitamin B-rich yeast extract a proper go), 'It's been bringing up Aussie kids since the 70s.' Being my cheeky self, I went and read the label for confirmation and just had to correct him that vegemite has actually been doing that since 1923. Did it really matter? Nope, because the damn stuff took over my palate before I could say 'vege-wha?' and I licked the whole jar clean in about a month and half's time. As another one of my Kiwi-born friends illustrated to me pre-consumption: 'Soon your taste buds will die and you will shovel that salty black tar like it's honey.' Mmm mm good.
As I sit here and write this entry at 3:50am, it's odd because even though I really enjoy my late night productivity spurts, in a sense I feel out of sync with the rest of the world. Granted, there are undoubtedly many a night owl such as myself out there, working away on whatever project is pulling their creator toward its completion, but I guess it's because the 'typical' person has a standard 9-5 job and a routine surrounding that. Work, run errands, participate in hobbies, etc. during the day, followed by rest, relaxation and eventually sleep at night. I've never been able to comfortably lead that lifestyle. Trust me, I've given it the ol' college try. For years. Nada. I read an article several months ago which informed me that being more nocturnal is just my natural circadian rhythm. Look it up. As Hilary Rubinstein said, 'Blessed are the owls, for they shall inherit the mystery and magic of the night.'
Point being, there's a sense of calm that the evening brings which you often don't get to experience during the day. Something about the world around you powering down for the next several hours, along with the tranquility and silence that tails it.. It simply allows you to think, uninterrupted. I'm constantly daydreaming during regular daylight hours - imagining what great events are just around the bend - but when nightfall comes, those daydreams become outlines of achievable plans of action, plans that are eager to be implemented. Stat. I've been overwhelmed with the desire and pure need to travel this past year, and the fact that it's finally happening is so surreal. I'm sure many readers are thinking 'What's so surreal about going on a trip? Just save some money, book a ticket and go.' But this is bigger than that. For me, anyway. This is something I've wanted to do for 6+ years, and I know it'll be a changing experience for me. I adore and respect the craft of acting, but in a big way it has been the ball and chain that's kept me rooted in Vancouver because I didn't want to miss the opportunity of a great audition, the possibility of that 'break.' After 11 strong years of pursuing the arts, the longing to travel has started to call my name a lot louder than the happy mask singing my artistic accomplishments thus far and the sad mask playing the small violin about roles not obtained.
The fantastic thing about acting is that I will be able to do it for the rest of my days, as age holds no bars in that department. Yeah, I know Hollywood is all about youth and glamour in this day and age, blah blah, but stories still need sassy grandmas too. So at least I can bank on that, right? At this point in my life, I'm just realizing now that it's completely unjust to give up one dream for another. The interesting thing is, once I finally had my Vegas trip booked this past Summer, I ended up getting a part on the 8th season of the TV series Psych. After filming (and with the help of that paycheque), I booked my NZ/Oz flight, then shortly after that I landed a commercial. Bananas. Pineapples. All sorts of cray. It's about balance, and finding it is a helluva hard thing to do, no matter what aspects of your life you're trying to apply it to. Key word right there: all you can do it try. It's impossible to plan for each and every single moment in life, whether the potential end result is something you would welcome with open arms or avoid like the plague, but if you don't take chances and jump into any opportunities with both feet first and eyes closed, you'll never be fortunate enough to experience the euphoric rewards that the universe will manifest towards you. Sometimes you just have to be at peace with being awake while everyone around you is asleep.
Once the sun resigns and the earth is draped by the dimmed moonlight, in each star in the sky I see the wonderment of a new journey yet to be taken..
I sound like a fucking student in poetry class, so I swore just to lighten the mood. You're welcome. Also it's 4:45am as I'm finishing this, so.. Au revoir. Peace. Good night. Good morning? ..G'nite.