Here is where we meet & greet.
I’ll share a little bit of this: Country Mouse :: City Cat
And a whole lotta that: GOTHAM!
You get to fill in the gaps.
Sound good?
Then great!
It’s been my pleasure having you stop by
and I look forward to seeing you around ;)
xoxo,
~ Jess
Somewhere along the lines I realized that I needed to start a media production house in order to facilitate all of the dreams I have. That would be my main biz.
Everything else would fit in this box I’ve so carefully constructed. Dance, design, drafting & a ‘lil drama. But how does one transform from dancer to media producer?
Its quite a change….
Throughout my short career stint as an unpaid volunteer non-profit contemporary dancer (living the dream, right?) I’ve had more than a few producer types remind me that dancers are nothing more than warm bodies filling up a stage with movement. But, getting behind the camera and editing film?
Dancer’s aren’t technical enough for that.
Writing a screenplay?
Dancer’s don’t have the intellectual capacity for that.
And God forbid – running the BIZ side of things?
For sure, dancers are tooooo delicate a creature to manage themselves in investors meetings.
Except that I’m more than a dancer. More than a warm body to move and make shapes. More than someone who just does exactly as she is instructed to do.
And to breakdown that caccoon of ‘You can’t do that’ only took the gentle advice from my first dance teacher who let us know that ‘can’t is a monster that CAN be tamed.’
All along in those hours and hours of contorting myself into unreasonable positioned I discovered the one thing that those who don’t understand the discipline of dance may never reach…
If I can figure out how to stand on my toes than I can definitely learn how to produce, write, and sell anything I so desired.
And still there are those longing to make it big, while they neglect this little tiny aspect of success:
You need to have the time available in your life to focus on the life that time consumes.
How do you fit work into your life and vice versa?
It was a dark and stormy night…
Alright!
Enough already – its time to get my new blog series dripping out like a leaky faucet. This time around I’m sharing what’s happening in the now for someone like me.
I’m a country mouse via my upbringing and a city cat by way of my grandparents. I live on the edge of the world, better known as northern New Jersey.
This week I decided to get my arse in gear and pump out some fresh-pressed goodness straight from my i-phone.
Here goes!
Let’s talk steam heat for a hot second.
Ya know that invisible and weighty thing that floats around your neck when thing just don’t go quite as planned?
Well, where I come from that’s just a sign that things are about to boil over.
And you know what happens when water boils?
Things really start cooking and you find your nice patch of the green stuff
It feels good under your feet, am I right?
And after you’ve done all of that laborious laboring labor you feel like throwing in the towel, you keep thinking.
Maybe, it wasn’t worth all of that effort?
Nah – of course it was. You just needed to take off those glasses and look in the mirror to see the True YOU!
How could you forget?
Because after all – May Showers bring Mayflowers!
ooo – wait – that’s not right!
shoot.
Oh well – did I loose you?
If I had to say anything to the medical community at large it would be this:
Because what good do health providers and insurers do but make their quotas every single time.
Of course that leaves people like me in a continuous cycle of being on the brink of foreclosure. And I don’t mean real estate. I mean my mind, body, and spirit.
So what does a girl do when she’s been left for dead and trampled upon by the dr.s who were supposed to help her?
She takes a breathe and another step.
She takes a job and another paycheck.
She takes a dream and another period of waiting.
And she waits.
And considers.
And ponders.
And prays.
And doing this day after day after bloody day she heals.
And then she wakes up from her emotional coma and begins to take ownership of her life.
That’s the kind of shift that happens when a casualty of the system slips through the cracks and hits rock bottom.
Because when you hit rock bottom you realize that the Rock had always been their supporting you and giving you a firm foundation to walk on.
And all of those lies just came from the mouth of liars.
And its time to sync up the books.
And…and..and.
“I’m here to tell you that you don’t know anything. — I do, but you don’t. And neither do your parents.”
I was at my orientation for the University Hartford and 2 of the male professors were filling us in on just exactly what me and my parents would be mortgaging $30k/year for.
Of course my mom wasn’t there. She was at another meeting for parents. We both made the hike up to CT for my orientation that long tortuous summer after senior year. They did quite the presentation to get us in on this action:
Of course that was the summer I started to fall apart. Weeks later I decided not to go. I broke my own heart doing so, because at that point in my life all I’d ever hoped and dreamed was to go away and study dance at a university with a top notch education. But as the oldest it was getting pretty hard for me to reconcile that amount of money being used on my dance studies (and the wrecking of my mind) when I had two younger siblings that my ‘rents had to also put through school.
You might say that I was being very sacrificial – a good thing. Or you might think that I was being a martyr – a not so good thing in some peoples eyes I suppose.
To me it felt more like a hangover.
And if you know me, you know I’ve barely ever been near drunk.
It was the paperwork that did it. And the essays and the test scores that built me up to be accepted in the rich liberal crowd.
And when I woke up to this realization I couldn’t get out of bed – let alone dance.
Within a year after making this ‘decision’ (one made in the recesses of my subconcious because my ego could barely be satisfied when my family ties were valued before my own desires) I was in community college in Florida after some major spiritual awakenings.
And within that year I’d been enrolled in multiple psychology courses in which I’d been taught that my faith was a bunch of fairy tales, that the I CHING was a way to scientifically predict the future, and hmm need I say more….
By the end of the spring semester I realized that all of this education was filling my head with more balogna than my last name could ever bare. So I made another decision:
Finish up an AA in Business and go do something with my life. Because every on is in business somehow, why not learn enough to be prepared for whatever crazy pursuit I decided to dedicate my life to?
And I did.
And it worked.
And I am $OOOOOOO.OO happy now.
You see I never acquired a lick of debt from my undergrad degree. (Now design school was a completely different story….)
hmmm, I guess me and my ‘rents weren’t so dumb after all…
What’s your take on degrees & pedigrees?
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