Entering the final week on crutches... at least I hope so. I'm free from my plaster prison and in a walking boot for a week now but still clinging to crutches. I'll spare the details of the unveiling of my foot, but there was much exfoliating to be done.
My restful days are coming to an end as well, but I will say I've learned to appreciate very simple things (i.e. carrying my coffee from the kitchen to the living room, actually carrying anything). But this month has held some very pivotal auditions. The crutches are a great ice-breaker when entering the room for an audition!
One audition resulted in a show! (I've been cast in a new play "The Tragedy of Dandelion" with Ego Actus Theatre Company, which starts rehearsal in a couple weeks) One audition resulted in rejection. I'd auditioned to be a member of the school of Steppenwolf for the summer in Chicago; a very competitive program led by one of the best theatre companies in the country, but I woke up this morning with such a sense of relief. Had I been accepted, it would most likely ended my role with Turn to Flesh and the developing Life & Death Trilogy, of which Cupid & Psyche is the final installment.
Last night I sat with my Cupid & playwright as we shared two bottles of wine and talked the night away. One of those wonderful evenings when time is irrelevant and responsibilities set aside. The future is exciting to dream with these two and I'm more than grateful for the opportunity to continue to collaborate. Summer in NYC will be quite sweet, methinks.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
Marching on!
Yes, it's been nearly a month since the dismal last post about the foot. Turns out it was not just bruising, it was a compound fracture. Yep, snapped my 5th metatarsal into three parts. Let me just walk you thru the two weeks following that last post...
Monday, Feb. 3rd:
12:00pm: Visited orthopedist late morning, barely limping in to his office. Btw, it was a miserably wet, snowy day & I couldn't even fit a shoe over my foot. Called a car to take me in because I couldn't walk on it and used an old prop cane to get to and from the building.
You know it's a bad thing when everyone at the doctor's office says 'oh' and breathes in deep when they look at your foot. So comforting. X-rays revealed a very broken bone, so worrisome that this orthopedist referred me to a podiatrist cause I may need surgery. As soon as he left the room to get his card, I cried.
3:00pm: Caught a cab back home and as soon as I walked through the door, my roommate asked how it went. Again, I cried. The utter defeat and fear of loss consumed me for a good 10 minutes. Then I hopped online to find a podiatrist on my insurance. Luckily one could see me later that afternoon before rehearsal. Great!
5:30pm: Upon entering, again gasps from the staff as they take x-rays. Not good. Within minutes the doctor is walking in to my room with my x-rays in hand. Now, by this time I've built up a little resolve. I can walk if I turn all the weight on the inside of my foot. I can move on it. Phew.
However, the doctor says he came in right away because we've got to take care of this as soon as possible. I shouldn't be walking on this, we need to do surgery, I should be on crutches and in a walking boot. I sat. Dumbfounded, speechless. An uncomfortable smile crept on to my face and said that simply is not possible right now. Thus began the standoff...
I explained why I could not go under the knife. There are too many other people that this would affect. It's not just my foot, but it's month of hard work, hundreds of dollars that aren't mine invested into this show, a dozen of the most wonderful cast/crew I've had the pleasure of working with relying on everyone to show up and play their part. I cannot be the one to bring that to an end. Had a near meltdown in the office (at least internally).
The doctor gave me fair warning on the potential risk I was taking and explained surgery was an absolute as soon as the play was over. For the first time ever, I was relieved we only had a 5 show run. I scheduled a pre-operation appointment for later that week & headed out the door to rehearsal.
6:30pm: The whole cab ride over to the rehearsal studio I plotted out when/how I would reveal the extent of my injury and to whom. Heartbroken.
Bit by bit the whole story became known and only by the grace of God was I able to complete the run.
Monday, Feb. 3rd:
12:00pm: Visited orthopedist late morning, barely limping in to his office. Btw, it was a miserably wet, snowy day & I couldn't even fit a shoe over my foot. Called a car to take me in because I couldn't walk on it and used an old prop cane to get to and from the building.
You know it's a bad thing when everyone at the doctor's office says 'oh' and breathes in deep when they look at your foot. So comforting. X-rays revealed a very broken bone, so worrisome that this orthopedist referred me to a podiatrist cause I may need surgery. As soon as he left the room to get his card, I cried.
3:00pm: Caught a cab back home and as soon as I walked through the door, my roommate asked how it went. Again, I cried. The utter defeat and fear of loss consumed me for a good 10 minutes. Then I hopped online to find a podiatrist on my insurance. Luckily one could see me later that afternoon before rehearsal. Great!
5:30pm: Upon entering, again gasps from the staff as they take x-rays. Not good. Within minutes the doctor is walking in to my room with my x-rays in hand. Now, by this time I've built up a little resolve. I can walk if I turn all the weight on the inside of my foot. I can move on it. Phew.
However, the doctor says he came in right away because we've got to take care of this as soon as possible. I shouldn't be walking on this, we need to do surgery, I should be on crutches and in a walking boot. I sat. Dumbfounded, speechless. An uncomfortable smile crept on to my face and said that simply is not possible right now. Thus began the standoff...
I explained why I could not go under the knife. There are too many other people that this would affect. It's not just my foot, but it's month of hard work, hundreds of dollars that aren't mine invested into this show, a dozen of the most wonderful cast/crew I've had the pleasure of working with relying on everyone to show up and play their part. I cannot be the one to bring that to an end. Had a near meltdown in the office (at least internally).
The doctor gave me fair warning on the potential risk I was taking and explained surgery was an absolute as soon as the play was over. For the first time ever, I was relieved we only had a 5 show run. I scheduled a pre-operation appointment for later that week & headed out the door to rehearsal.
6:30pm: The whole cab ride over to the rehearsal studio I plotted out when/how I would reveal the extent of my injury and to whom. Heartbroken.
Bit by bit the whole story became known and only by the grace of God was I able to complete the run.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Ice, Elevate, Drugs-- Repeat
A routine I know well suffering many injuries throughout my athletic career. This is the first of my acting career & it's more terrifying than others, simply because I don't have the luxury of rest/recovery time.
As the lead in this show, I need to be healthy, fit and ready for absolutely anything. I do not have the option of sitting out and letting someone else step in. This is my part that I've been crafting for months. It's been my waking and sleeping thought. I adore this play more than I can express. I'm praying so hard that the doctor will tell me tomorrow that I'm fine. It's a bad bruising on my foot and I just need to rest it for a week. Please, dear Lord, let this heal!
As the lead in this show, I need to be healthy, fit and ready for absolutely anything. I do not have the option of sitting out and letting someone else step in. This is my part that I've been crafting for months. It's been my waking and sleeping thought. I adore this play more than I can express. I'm praying so hard that the doctor will tell me tomorrow that I'm fine. It's a bad bruising on my foot and I just need to rest it for a week. Please, dear Lord, let this heal!
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
We're in the New York Times
The new play Cupid & Psyche is in the New York Times!!!
I'm not entirely naive & I know that we have hired a marketing company to assist in getting the word out, but either way my name has appeared in association with the New York stinkin' Times! Ha!
Apparently, the ad has appeared in nymag.com as well! Oh the little joys in life. Hopefully this will not be the only time I'm mentioned in the Times & hopefully we actually get reviewed in the Time, but for now I'm completely content with just having a page online associating with a project with which I'm involved. Pinch me moment!
I'm not entirely naive & I know that we have hired a marketing company to assist in getting the word out, but either way my name has appeared in association with the New York stinkin' Times! Ha!
Apparently, the ad has appeared in nymag.com as well! Oh the little joys in life. Hopefully this will not be the only time I'm mentioned in the Times & hopefully we actually get reviewed in the Time, but for now I'm completely content with just having a page online associating with a project with which I'm involved. Pinch me moment!
Sunday, January 12, 2014
"I'll Be Seeing You"
It's quite extraordinary to attend a memorial service of a person I did not know. Yesterday, myself and several classmates joined in support of our acting teacher, Wynn Handman, as he said goodbye to the woman who'd been by his side for 63 years. I walked away so moved and inspired!
Upon entering the auditorium on a rainy Saturday afternoon, we were handed a copy of the Constitution, which threw me a bit. As the service progressed though, we heard over and over how important the First Amendment was to Ms. Handman and how passionately she loved this country for it's freedom.
The love story of the two of them was incredibly touching and when Wynn spoke, not one eye was dry in that huge space. So touching and lovely. To hear the life of someone told by a person who adored them is so special. I felt as though I was given a gift by attending the memorial service.
Before I left, I was able to speak with Wynn briefly. I kissed his cheek & nearly lost it as I saw a tear in the corner of his eye. He said, "So you learned about my wife today?" He's such a treasure! I'm so happy he became a part of my story. The man is like my great-grandfather! Love him!
Upon entering the auditorium on a rainy Saturday afternoon, we were handed a copy of the Constitution, which threw me a bit. As the service progressed though, we heard over and over how important the First Amendment was to Ms. Handman and how passionately she loved this country for it's freedom.
The love story of the two of them was incredibly touching and when Wynn spoke, not one eye was dry in that huge space. So touching and lovely. To hear the life of someone told by a person who adored them is so special. I felt as though I was given a gift by attending the memorial service.
Before I left, I was able to speak with Wynn briefly. I kissed his cheek & nearly lost it as I saw a tear in the corner of his eye. He said, "So you learned about my wife today?" He's such a treasure! I'm so happy he became a part of my story. The man is like my great-grandfather! Love him!
Saturday, January 11, 2014
And We're Off
Unofficial, official rehearsal has commenced! Cupid & Psyche is underway! Hooray!!
Although we did a few things before the holiday break, Wednesday night kicked off the new year and the year in which this play will be fully staged. Again... Hooray!
Thankfully, I was off-book for the scenes we were working. The goal of the rehearsal was to block the last scene leading into intermission & begin playing with the opening scene after. Both extremely physical and fun! My amazing leading man caught me as I jumped into his arms over and over and over again. What girl doesn't want to do that?!
Good start to this adventure. Woke up fairly sore the next morning, and was reminded of muscles I'd forgotten. Time to change up my fitness routine. Yoga last night was both wonderful and painful. Truth be told, I love being sore, in that self-punishing way :) Makes me very aware and grateful for my body and all it's elements!
Although we did a few things before the holiday break, Wednesday night kicked off the new year and the year in which this play will be fully staged. Again... Hooray!
Thankfully, I was off-book for the scenes we were working. The goal of the rehearsal was to block the last scene leading into intermission & begin playing with the opening scene after. Both extremely physical and fun! My amazing leading man caught me as I jumped into his arms over and over and over again. What girl doesn't want to do that?!
Good start to this adventure. Woke up fairly sore the next morning, and was reminded of muscles I'd forgotten. Time to change up my fitness routine. Yoga last night was both wonderful and painful. Truth be told, I love being sore, in that self-punishing way :) Makes me very aware and grateful for my body and all it's elements!
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Day 1
23 hours into the New Year & it's going pretty darn good!
After spending 8 hours with five pre-teens counting down to midnight, I think this is a New Years Eve I won't soon forget. Not the typical way many New Yorkers ring in the new year, but I had a blast with these goofballs! Good kids... with too much stuff.
Once the parents returned from a concert --performed by one of our other guests-- I was relieved of my duties a little after 2 A.M. Praise the Lord, I was granted permission to sleep (really a glorified nap) at the hotel. Although it was a short 4 hours in the room, I loved every minute of it. And my commute to work was amazing in the morning.
The challenge of the day: Wish everyone a happy new year. Pretty close to 100%. Survived with surprising energy; after work gathered research for a film I'm shooting in Feb; home to run lines with my fellow lead for my play on Valentine's weekend & now...bed.
If this first day is any indication of how my year will be, all I can say is YES!!! Happy 2014!
After spending 8 hours with five pre-teens counting down to midnight, I think this is a New Years Eve I won't soon forget. Not the typical way many New Yorkers ring in the new year, but I had a blast with these goofballs! Good kids... with too much stuff.
Once the parents returned from a concert --performed by one of our other guests-- I was relieved of my duties a little after 2 A.M. Praise the Lord, I was granted permission to sleep (really a glorified nap) at the hotel. Although it was a short 4 hours in the room, I loved every minute of it. And my commute to work was amazing in the morning.
The challenge of the day: Wish everyone a happy new year. Pretty close to 100%. Survived with surprising energy; after work gathered research for a film I'm shooting in Feb; home to run lines with my fellow lead for my play on Valentine's weekend & now...bed.
If this first day is any indication of how my year will be, all I can say is YES!!! Happy 2014!
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