The World According to Grokalicious (more magic, more happiness, more fun)
Here I am again. I thought it time to not only start a new and improved chapter in my life but to start a new and, hopefully, improved journal here. I'm going to be easier on myself in some ways this time around. Maybe, just maybe, I can truly embrace my humanness and my clay feet along with my high personal expectations. Yes, yes. Game on.
I've been working out like a mad woman, eating healthfully and primally for the most part. I enjoyed, no...savoured a rice pudding last night. I don't feel even slightly bad about it. It was just too creamy and textural and yummy to do anything other than roll my eyes gently and sigh a wee bit in pleasure.
Ahhhh, pleasure. Well, there is that. And, the Frenchman too. Oh, I'm not jumping in quite so quickly with both feet (one foot, yes, ha) but I did spend last weekend with him. Lots of giggling and laughing and jokes and dinners and lunches out and...well, everything good. On the heels of many texts, lots of phone calls and tears and laughter and connection, there was ultimately togetherness and, yes, joy. <insert contented sigh here>
I'm in the process of revamping my VoiceOver demo. Actually, not me as much as my Sound Engineer. My job is listening to all of my auditions and finding the really great ones and sending to him. He will winnow them down and we will cut the not-so-awesome bits out of the original and add in more fabulousness. I wish I could attach a sound file here so you could hear! After that, I will send out to agents because it's time for a new agent. Then, veneers, new head shots and a commercial/theatrical agent and, voila! More work.
I can now do one solid chin up. Not much but enough to encourage me to do more. Squats and lunges going well, everything in that arena, really. Except abs. I just don't seem to hit them right. I'm going to look up some anatomy photos of muscles so I can actually acquire a practical idea of how they work. I'd still like to drop 5-6 vanity pounds, but this is probably just a teensy bit of obsessiveness on my part.
My happiness feels good to me, like a light blanket I toss over myself before I nap. Comforting and secure. Again, life is good. I've missed expressing myself here. It's the only place in which I can do so sans censorship. My place to show the world my most authentic self. Hopes, fears, all of it.
And, that is that.
Last edited by Grokalicious; 09-27-2014 at 04:54 PM.
If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces,
never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.
Flavia Weedn, Flavia and the Dream Maker