The start of a new adventure...

It is about 5am.

I am home in Miami. Contemplating.

Thinking.

Questioning.

3 weeks till Chicago.

This is 3 weeks to the start of my professional theatre career.

Theatre life.

What does that even mean? In search of an internship. In search of a spot in volunteering for shows. In search of acting. In search of everything, basically. I am still not sure what I want to do in theatre. I keep searching trying to find what my true passion is, but as I keep gaining experience in different areas, I keep losing sight of it all.

I am excited. I am anxious. I am scared. I am fearing what will become of me when I get there. Will I make it? I'll be ok. But as the clock starts ticking as I have yet to land an internship to boost my confidence, I am fearful. Do I really want a regular old job and attempt to get cast in shows in the evening. Is that what I want?

This is my mind at 5am, apparently.

I am hopeful. I am filled with joy at the possibilities that await me.

But so afraid.

So afraid.