July 29, 2022

i know
i know
i know
that taking days off
of anything
is good for me

i know
i know
i know
that nothing is truly lost when i skip
anything
for one singular day

but there are still
voices
in my head
trying to convince me
that momentum is everything,
and skipping ‘just one day’
leads to skipping two
and then just one week
and just one month
and then a year will have gone by
and two
and ten
and suddenly
i haven’t done it
again
since that first day
skipped…

and let me tell you,
my darling reader,
that’s a load of bullcrap.

those voices in my head
(unlike most of what i need to fight against
in my own mind)
are not my own;
they are the voices of
[well-meaning]
family members
who got concerned
when i took a year
of a break
between one college
and the next.
but they didn’t see the next,
they only saw
the gap,
the ‘giving up.’
and i wonder to this day
if it was those voices in my head
that convinced me
that fishing college—
any college—
was the best choice for me,
even when i might have been better served
at an academy
or going out on my own
and figuring some things about myself
out
before [even considering] trying to push myself
into an academic environment
where knowing oneself
would have given me
so much more
resilience
to get out of the program
what i wanted to get out of it
in the first place…

was momentum the right driving force
to lead me?
did i need to follow
everyone else’s instructions?
or would i have been better served
following my gut
(like i did for that gap year)
and forging my own path
like other [more trusting voices] said
i would?

i ended up forging my own path
eventually,
but let this be a lesson
to those who would worship at the altar
of life paths
and momentum
to maybe hold off on those words
with someone unique
and trail-blazing.
and let it be a lesson
to those of us
constantly making what wasn’t expected of us
work in our favor
(even when we don’t realize it)
that we already have enough voices in our heads to fight against;
outside voices
we can just
ignore.

May 14, 2021

Contemplations of Memories of Musical Theatre College
(In Canada)
those memories i don’t quite carry…
i have the stories
(the ones that i memorized like monologues,
like i do all my important memories,
because i know otherwise
they’ll float away
into the ether
of my mind)
but i don’t have any memories
of egregious things said to me
or a teacher crossing a line in front of me
(though i heard some second hand,
and those do stick in my mind,
as general feelings about particular instructors
moreso than the words/facts themselves)

for someone who rarely understands what their feelings are at any given moment,
i pretty much only remember emotions from any point in my life.
(and unfortunately
the memories that stick out to me
are all pretty much ones that fall under the umbrella of
despair.)

i had fun
at Musical Theatre College
(in Canada)
and yes, there were some crazy things we did
(but i also knew of other colleges that did more [or slightly less] heinous things
said more troublesome things
made more problematic decisions)
but i’d already been in this industry,
and in classes associated with this industry
for over a decade at that point,
so i suppose i had already taken for granted that
this was how we were supposed to find our
‘voices’
as artists.

which is absolutely not to say that what was done is what should be allowed
or is the ‘right way’ to train young, impressionable artists,
i simply stuck my bony chin out
and accepted it as it was(is)
and perhaps that makes me complicit
and perhaps that makes me traumatized
but there HAS to be a better way.

…right?