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.
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Sunday, November 29, 2015
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
So You're Dating A Firefighter.
How did that happen? Wonderful question.
Have you ever met someone and when you first start talking you just know that you want that person in your life. Like, no matter how they're in it, they just need to be in it for you to keep your mind.
Well that happened.
Then you find our they're a firefighter. At first sight, it sounds wonderful. So cool and you get all this cute stuff that says "firefighter's girlfriend" or "my heart belongs to my firefighter". Trust me...there's a lot of cute stuff like that out there. Then it sounds amazing because you're talking to a hero, someone who saves people, someone that people look up too. It's all so over whelming you don't realize what comes with it.
The fear, every time he's at work, the stress, which is brought on by the fear, the PTSD, from everything he's seen.
By the time you realize all the stresses you're already pulled in to deep. You look into his eyes and see the future and it's so bright and happy. One can only wonder how someone who has seen so much have so much light in their eyes.
You want to become close to someone, but because of their past they might pull away. This can happen to the best of us, but a lot of us get over it. We heal and move on from the past, from the people who hurt us or the time we hurt ourselves, but what happens if we couldn't heal? If we couldn't stop the pain. If we had triggers, if we had smells or sights that would stop you and place you back into a time when things weren't so good?
Think of it this way, an ex boyfriend, they had a hoodie you loved to steal from them, it smelled like them, it made you so happy and safe...then you break up. You slowly move on and get over and you may even find someone else who makes you happier than your ex. Then one day you walk by someone and they smell like he did, the scent of what use to be your favorite hoodie surrounds you, it over takes you. It brings back him and what he did. Now think about that, but watching someone die, watching their house burn into ashes. (or sometimes PTSD is sexual assault). Take that smells of your ex boyfriend and amplify by ten....ten hundred, ten thousand, ten million! You can't..you may think you understand how bad it is, but you can't unless you were there with them
How are you suppose to love and support someone through something you can hardly understand? It pushes them way from you. It can cause so many stresses on every day life and your relationship and yet you look at them and you just feel like everything is alright because it's a good day.
It's scary. It's hard. It's not all sunshine and rainbows and it's something that is going to take time. I might complain. I might have a bad day trying to deal with everything. I might want to give up, but I can't. I know he will need me, even if it's to get his mind off of things, even if he doesn't want to talk or open up. So the next time I say "My boyfriend is a firefighter", I will say it with a smile, but don't think it's because I think it's the coolest thing in the world or because I get all the cute little "firefighter's girlfriend" stuff, it's because at the end of the day we will be stronger than ever because we have a bond. We have a bond that will hold us together until the ends of time if we let it, because he has shared with me, I have listened and I still don't treat him differently. He is a person. He's much more than a firefighter and much more than PTSD.
Have you ever met someone and when you first start talking you just know that you want that person in your life. Like, no matter how they're in it, they just need to be in it for you to keep your mind.
Well that happened.
Then you find our they're a firefighter. At first sight, it sounds wonderful. So cool and you get all this cute stuff that says "firefighter's girlfriend" or "my heart belongs to my firefighter". Trust me...there's a lot of cute stuff like that out there. Then it sounds amazing because you're talking to a hero, someone who saves people, someone that people look up too. It's all so over whelming you don't realize what comes with it.
The fear, every time he's at work, the stress, which is brought on by the fear, the PTSD, from everything he's seen.
By the time you realize all the stresses you're already pulled in to deep. You look into his eyes and see the future and it's so bright and happy. One can only wonder how someone who has seen so much have so much light in their eyes.
You want to become close to someone, but because of their past they might pull away. This can happen to the best of us, but a lot of us get over it. We heal and move on from the past, from the people who hurt us or the time we hurt ourselves, but what happens if we couldn't heal? If we couldn't stop the pain. If we had triggers, if we had smells or sights that would stop you and place you back into a time when things weren't so good?
Think of it this way, an ex boyfriend, they had a hoodie you loved to steal from them, it smelled like them, it made you so happy and safe...then you break up. You slowly move on and get over and you may even find someone else who makes you happier than your ex. Then one day you walk by someone and they smell like he did, the scent of what use to be your favorite hoodie surrounds you, it over takes you. It brings back him and what he did. Now think about that, but watching someone die, watching their house burn into ashes. (or sometimes PTSD is sexual assault). Take that smells of your ex boyfriend and amplify by ten....ten hundred, ten thousand, ten million! You can't..you may think you understand how bad it is, but you can't unless you were there with them
How are you suppose to love and support someone through something you can hardly understand? It pushes them way from you. It can cause so many stresses on every day life and your relationship and yet you look at them and you just feel like everything is alright because it's a good day.
It's scary. It's hard. It's not all sunshine and rainbows and it's something that is going to take time. I might complain. I might have a bad day trying to deal with everything. I might want to give up, but I can't. I know he will need me, even if it's to get his mind off of things, even if he doesn't want to talk or open up. So the next time I say "My boyfriend is a firefighter", I will say it with a smile, but don't think it's because I think it's the coolest thing in the world or because I get all the cute little "firefighter's girlfriend" stuff, it's because at the end of the day we will be stronger than ever because we have a bond. We have a bond that will hold us together until the ends of time if we let it, because he has shared with me, I have listened and I still don't treat him differently. He is a person. He's much more than a firefighter and much more than PTSD.
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