review was wonderful. Well, really nice. And I wanted more. I wanted fame and fortune from my little review. Darn. There's that voice saying, "YOU MUST BE POPULAR CINDY IF YOU ARE TO BE VALUABLE!"
Popularity. Like in the musical WICKED - I too must be popular. This issue has haunted me since I was a fat eighth grader - alone - and lost. Here I am years later with a happy marriage, success of some kind under my belt and still that 13 year old girl runs my life. Her unfulfilled needs determine my happiness. What is that? When do I move into today and live in this moment and this time? How many joys have I trounced over cause I didn't live now? Cause she screamed - YOU'RE NOT ENOUGH!
Acting is so much about living in the now. Being completely present. Reacting as if all of this has never happened before. It's a life lesson isn't it?
So. Let me begin again. My book got reviewed. Te he. And this person liked it. And wow. My book got reviewed. Whoa dude. I wrote a book and it got published and now people are reading it and recommending it. Neat. It feels good.
And to my fat eighth grader I say, "thank you" for surviving those really rough years. And I love you. But you can let go now.
Oh and here's the review