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. 

Pre-Opt to Change

As some of you may know, I've been working on a post about body image and how if effects us. After typing it all up, finally, I realized just how long it was.

I could've shortened it, I could've taken away from what people had to say and from their stories, but it didn't seem right. I wanted the post to be raw.

It's something that's so close to me. I'm the one that's always smiling, always laugh, and always just trying to have the best of time. (Even though I like to stay at home most days.) However, I'm the girl to put on pounds of make-up, to spend hours trying to look good and still hating what I look like in the end. I wear high waist-ed clothing to hide my stomach. I use crazy angles for selfies. I hate meeting new people.  I hate talking on the phone. I hate a lot of things, but I wonder if I asked people who know me, who  are around me, or who have spent any amount of time with me knows how much I hate.

I try my best to smile. I try my best to laugh. However, we all have our issues. So, I will be having a series of four blog post, five if you count this one. It will be a deeper look into body image and the struggles that follow. It will tell eight different stories and I just hope someone can take something away from it. We will look at when these stories first started, the journey through the stories and a small where are they now. When I say small, that's a joke. It will be a lot of reading. It will pull at your heart strings and it will hopefully have meaning. I know reading these over and over has given me a lot to think about it and opened my eyes to a lot.
It goes back to one of the post I had a few posts back about how you're not alone. These wonderful people and their stories have made my realize that I'm not alone. I can relate to so much of what was said and I hope you can as well.

Over all, I hope someone reading looks at it, looks at the stories and can find at least one thing they can take away at least one thing.