The Real Power: Social Media

If you don't know me, or if you haven't figured it out by now, I am into theater...or theatre if you'd like. I've been doing theater since I was five and I have always had a love for the art. Being in shows, on stage or off, or working behind the scenes, I just love being around theater. Theater Theater Theater! (Much like Marsha Marsha Marsha) To me, theater is a powerful movement. Each story is filled with dreams, hopes, realities,  truths, and each holding a moral value. Every person who watches a play or reads a script will take something away from it. Not everyone will take the same things away and that's fine. What they take away isn't always the point, just that they took something away.

This past week as been very busy. Normally, I'm very shy. I hardly do anything out of my comfort zone and I was pushed to that edge and beyond this week.

Let's start with Sunday. Seven days ago, today. Excitement filled my head as I went on through out the day. I knew that night I was going and seeing the musical hit "Jersey Boys" for the first time. I love the music, the story line, and the movie, but I had never gotten to see it in person. I'm one of those people who gets nervous for the cast, even if I'm not in the show. Let's just say...all day I was a wreck of nerves and excitement. My niece was coming along and it was her first "big girl" show, which was also very exciting! One of my co-workers ending up going that night as well.

Long story short... IT WAS AMAZING! The next day at work it was all I could talk about. The office was full of music as we sang the Four Seasons all day. So, out of the blue, I did it. I tweeted at, who I had from the, cast and told them they needed to come and visit because we were singing.

Again, long story short, I ended up meeting the cast. I got to greet them, let them into my work, a museum, and saw them later that night!
It was my dad's birthday and they gave him a signed picture and took pictures. They're honestly so down to earth. Being a theater kid, it was an honor that they even said "Hello", now I can call them "friend."

Mix all of that in with Thanksgiving, the parade, my family, meeting all of my boyfriend's family...it was a very long and stressful week. However, it was a time to give thanks. Which I did. I am very thankful.

How weird is that power of the social media though? A small tweet...less than 150 characters. Like a line from Jersey Boys. "Two hours in a recording studio on a Sunday afternoon and then the whole world exploded!" For me...my world did explode. Social media people! Got me out of my shell and with people who do what I went to school for! I'm not sure when I'll ever come off this high from the past seven days.

Side Note: I would love to give a huge shout out to my family who has laughed at me and made me who I am. You guys have supported me my whole life and you'll always have my back. Dad, I'm so happy I finally got to give something back to you. The cast of Jersey Boys, you guys have been so wonderful and happy, even when I just about passed out from meeting you. You've taken me in and called me friend, I hope to always stay in touch. So yea know, if you ever read my blog...HA Most of all, I want to thank my boyfriend. You have been amazing this week. You've dealt with so much and even though I've been fan girling over four guys under a street lamp, you're the one I get to come home to at the end of the day and I couldn't be happier. None of this would have happened without you. Thank you, baby. 

Alone, Yet Surrounded

Have you ever felt alone even when you're surrounded by people? To me, that's one of the weirdest feelings. You're sitting there with someone else, maybe a whole group of people, your mind just wonders, and you're alone. You're in your head just thinking. Maybe thinking of nothing, maybe of something that's tearing you up inside or maybe something that is just a dark memory. Let's face it, when you find yourself alone like that it's because it's a dark thought or something dark is happening, taking over.

That kind of alone is different than when you're really alone. Sometimes it's even worse. At least when you're truly by yourself the fears can make sense. Fear of someone attacking you, fear of something happening to you when no one is around, or the fear of being forgotten and lost. However, how can one have those fears when a group is around you.

Your mind wonders. It's a scary thing. Minds wondering just make me panic. I know, for a fact, that I over think. Over thinking causes me to lose faith in myself and others. I begin to not trust others. I begin to not know what I'm doing, I lose trust in myself.

Take a breath and open your eyes. You realize that you weren't alone. You're still in the group of people. The loud back ground noise from the chatter starts making sense once again. You can hear the noises turn into voices and words. You can hear.

How is that? How does our mind play such cruel tricks on us. Or is it our mind at all? Is it us? Is it us just us? Are we just that cruel to ourselves?

We torture ourselves.

I wonder if it's because we believe we deserve it. We believe we deserve what we are getting. We deserve to be alone. I deserve to be alone.

The past is in the past. It's an easy thing to say, but is it true? Have you ever truly forgotten the past? Yes, we can regret. Yes, we can say we forgive, but the past is what makes us. We grow and learn from the past, it shapes us and it make us become the people we are now. If that's true, I understand why I think I'm just a horrible person. Like most, I've done things I'm not proud of. Yes, I have changed and for the better; however, that part of me still ticks away.
Haunting. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Passing People

People will always come and go. Always. Sometimes it'll hurt and sometimes it will be something did. It's just how life works. I'm sure anyone will tell you that. It could be a best friend, someone you cared about, someone you hardly knew, just someone.
It's always been crazy to me when I really thought about it.
A split moment.

There are people that I use to talk too, who use to be my best friends, who I never talk to anymore. There are also some people that I only ran into once in my life and I think about them often.

When I think about this it scares me.

I wonder if I'm one of the people that gets lost in memories. I don't want to be lost.