The other night I read my daughter a book that mentioned how lobsters hide under rocks while molting a new shell. First of all: lobsters molt?! I I’m am showing my ignorance of the crustacean family here but I had no idea. Also, gross. Maine-ly I wanted an excuse to use this adorable Lobstah gif … Continue reading I’m coming out of my shell! (And it’s a little scary)
If you are reading this post you at some point clicked "FOLLOW", maybe because you have known me since I was in diapers (though I no longer am, let me be clear), maybe because we went to school back in the days when I owned a Debbie Gibson-style hat (and wore it to school though sadly there are no photographs to document this), or maybe because you were sleep-scrolling on your phone and thought, sure, I'll read the random ramblings of this lady and follow her blog and never think about it again.
At some point this past year I decided I wanted my life to be about pursuit of joy rather than reduction of suffering. And to paraphrase Frost, it has made all the difference.
I thought I had writer's block. For three months (almost) I despaired that the writing gods had gone away and it was officially over. No more. All hope was lost.
What I did not see (or more accurately, did not want to see) was that I was avoiding my truth.
Life advice from an acting coach.