The rules are quite simple.
1) Your Thoughts are Things and just as much a part of Nature as rocks or birds or tides.
2) Cool things are possible when we get our thoughts together for a party.
Alright, let's Wish.
This wish comes with a little back story. A few weeks ago, I not-so-cryptically posted about trying something I'd never done before. I'm a burlesque fan girl: I love to read about it, gather images and travel the country to see the best. These performers honor a great tradition, own their bodies and are truly committed to their art.
While sitting on a train a few weeks ago, I came across an audition call for a new cabaret. I have always wanted to attempt burlesque but was just too chicken shit: conscious of my body, worried about my lack of grace, concerned about my butt. And afraid. Mostly afraid. And the butt thing.
A little voice said, It's a new year, Lady. Let's get weird.
So I auditioned. And I bombed. And not the "you're your own worst critic" bombing of a perfectionist-- but actually bombed. I turned into a sweat sock in the waiting room, warbled through my song, got my tutu stuck in my nose ring and fudged the end of my act. It was brutal.
I was not sexy. I was Doomed. Utter doom.
And then I recieved the call that I had been cast. Holy shit.
I'll be appearing as Veruca Salt in Charlie's Chocolate Cabaret.
The Universe rewards leaps of insanity.
My wish is that this new opportunity--my personal final frontier--will help me hone my stage craft. I wish for this to be a positive learning experience and to meet other performers who are proud of their freak flags and wear their art on their sleeves. I wish to be fearless!
What do you wish for, kittens? Wish big. Wish wide.
Don't tell my Grandma,