I'm staring at stacks of papers and piles of clothes, my bed is an ultimate disaster and my suitcases are laid open in the middle of my floor. My wall is half decorated, a random gingerbread man sticks to my window, and my desk is so cluttered I can't see its top.
I'm packing. And it's 2 in the morning. Where did this semester go?
I have been so incredibly busy! In the last 2 weeks, I completed all 7 of my finals, performed in 4 classes, had 2 auditions and a vocal coaching with Victoria Browers, a classical soprano in SongFusion, an ensemble group in New York devoted to art song. She's fabulous. http://www.victoriabrowers.com. Check her out. The coaching was incredible, I was sick through both my auditions and performances and am surprised I'm still standing after the music history exam I had to take. I swear if I hear one more Latin church mass, I'm going to cry. But I made it. Here I am! I'm taking off for Idaho in 2 days. After that, it's England, then Italy, and a semester filled with adventuring is ahead! I feel very confident in this last semester. It was very challenging, but it was a semester filled with immense personal and musical growth.
Speaking of musical growth... I've reached a very exciting place in my voice. I've wanted to share it for the last two weeks with anyone I come in contact with. In my lessons, my voice teacher and I discovered this lovely little pocket that my voice sits so comfortably in. It's a new placement, and I don't know how to describe it except that it has made singing so much more effortless.
On the work front, everything is crazy. Don't work 30 hours during finals week. Just don't do it. If I could give you one suggestion ever, it would be this: don't work retail in New York City during the holidays. Wait I lied. Second suggestion: be overly kind to every salesperson you come in contact with. And hang up your clothes. And don't hide things in piles. And please, whatever you do, don't ask me a question when I have 10 pounds of clothes in both my hands and I'm walking up the stairs.
Christmas is magical in the city. I can never have enough of the holiday markets, music, ringing Santas, decorations and sparkle that everything seems to have at this time of year. I'm a romantic, I know it, but I just love everything about it.
I had the most incredible experience yesterday. The past few weeks have all been mind-blowing, but last night was phenomenal. Stephen Flaherty, composer of Lucky Stiff, Ragtime, Seussical, and the film Anastasia, was featured in a composer's forum at Steinhardt as a collaboration with the Society of Composers and Lyricists. Best of all? It was free to NYU students. So... Lauren and I spent last night listening to Stephen Flaherty talk about his inspiration for Lucky Stiff, Ragtime, Anastasia, his current work on Rocky the Musical in Hamburg (which a previous professor of mine produced). Remember last year when I met Tom Meehan? The writer of Hairspray, Annie, The Producers...? Well, Tom is the writer of Rocky the Musical, and Stephen Flaherty is the composer, and they both work with my professor, who is one of the producers on the project. Anyway, it's a very exciting work, it should be an interesting one to see once it transfers from the German stage to Broadway. So last night, I not only got to hear Stephen Flaherty chat about his life, but the singing voice of Anastasia, Liz Callaway, performed "Once Upon a December", "Journey to the Past", and a new song from the stage production of Anastasia that's in the works. It was fabulous! We spoke with both of them after the forum, talking to Mr. Flaherty about Rocky and Liz about her voice. Ah, it was amazing. It's such an inspiring reminder to me, just of what I'm working towards and what our industry really stands for.
Since I know it's been ages and a day since I last wrote, I'll also catch you up on the other exciting things that I've done. I saw the Mystery of Edwin Drood, and The Heiress. Both were fabulous, I recommend seeing either of them. The Heiress, with Dan Stevens (Matthew Crawley of Downton Abbey), Jessica Chastain, and David Strithairn was a fabulous show. I loved the book, and I loved the storyline. My only problem was the line reading. Much of the delivery was very much the same. It sounded too rehearsed. Regardless, it was a fabulous show and David Strithairn blew my mind. Dan Stevens also allowed me to take a picture of him! (Geeking out) ... and I got his autograph. The Mystery of Edwin Drood was a very amusing melodramatic musical based on the Charles Dickens novel of the same name. The story is unique in that it was the last novel that Dickens wrote before he died. In fact, he left the book unfinished, taking the secret of the murderer to his grave. As many have theorized how Dickens intended to end his novel, others have been busy writing musicals like this one... and letting their audiences choose the ending instead. It was very interactive. We got to vote for our murderer, and the day we went, his fiancee, Rosa Bud, was our killer. It was a fabulous production with Stephanie J. Block (her voice is amazing), who is so fierce, she's incredible. Overall, an amusing tale and a very entertaining show, but my one complaint was that I couldn't understand a word they sang.
I feel confident in this post as a good summation of the month of December, and I again extend every apology for my lack of writing this semester. Since I'll be abroad in January, you can expect weekly posts again, as there will be much to report!
Coming home,
♥ Em
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Sunday, November 18, 2012
In praise of the arts...
"What I love about actors - and this is why I appreciate their craft so much - is that they are asked repeatedly, day after day, to explore the parts of their lives that hurt the most. To tear into the innermost parts of their being, and rip their insides out, only to be completely exposed to hundreds of people."
These words - the words of one of my professors - have rung inside me the past two weeks, resonating like the beat of a drum. Softly playing off my emotion, my reason, my logic... these words have been turning in my mind over again every time I step into a practice room. People I talk to seem surprised when I have 'so much homework'. "You're just a voice major", they say. When I talk to people about my major, oftentimes they don't realize that in order to do what I want to do, I have to take 12 classes a week, I can't take Friday's off, and my weekends are usually filled with auditions or performances. I can't stay up until the wee hours of the morning studying, because my voice must be rested to perform in my classes. I need to eat healthy and make sure I get enough exercise, because I have to be physically fit enough for my career. Being aware of both my physical presence, and the presence of others is of the utmost importance. It's priority for me to rest my voice when it's feeling tired. I'll call out sick from work if I think my vocal health is at risk. My homework is not filled with calculations and charts. I spend hours delving into the lives of many characters - discovering why they do what they do. What makes Eliza Doolittle sing her fiery "Show Me" to poor, unsuspecting Freddy who just wants to walk down the street where she lives? I pore over circumstances and scenes, objectives and motives, actions and verbs... The reason my homework is strenuous is because it requires not only my intellect, but my entire being. My work is very emotional, physical and intellectual. There's no doubt that it's challenging, which is why I love it so much. I get to watch my classmates perform every day. I go to Broadway shows to write reviews. I'm certainly not complaining. But I'm discontent. I'm one of many who thinks that something has to change, because something is not right.
I don't make a habit of watching pop music videos. Maybe because I don't listen to pop music if I don't have to. I just don't enjoy it. But when I do happen to watch a clip of a pop singer, I find myself in complete awe. I'm blown away by people who"make it" in the industry with little to no training, no technique, and nothing but a rich family member or two to buy their spot of fame. I don't know how to appreciate performance without technique, because I wasn't taught to. I don't mean to generalize. There are pop artists that I appreciate. There are pop arts who are vocally trained, and are truly talented. But I don't consider songs that span a grand total of 4 whole steps repeating the same 5 words over and over again "art". I don't even consider it entertainment. Now, I'm a classical musician and I may be old fashioned, but I'm surrounded by incredibly talented people every day, musicians, composers, and instrumentalists that never fail to amaze me. These people are studying music sacrificially - studying the very essence of music for the purpose of creating something full of quality and truth. Do I think that classical art is under appreciated? Absolutely. No one takes a night out to the opera anymore. And if they do, they either leave or fall asleep before the third act. When was the last time you heard someone say, "I am so excited for the symphony tickets we have for tonight"? It's sad, but there just isn't a market for classical music anymore. In his essay "Listen to This", Alex Ross says, "When people hear 'classical', they think 'dead.'... You see magazines with listings for Popular Music in one section and for Classical Music in another, so that the latter becomes, by implication, Unpopular Music." But classical music is, in the end, what all music comes to. Stravinsky's "Rite of Spring" was once trendy, too, you know. But that's not entirely what's bothering me.
No, it's not just that art is under appreciated, it's that even art that is more appreciated than classical music - theater, film, and concerts - has become so commercialized, that it's been stripped of its true purpose. It's unfortunate that Broadway couldn't survive without commercialization. Everything is quantity over quality. The name makes the show now, not the other way around. I want to go back to the glory days of theater. I don't want to have to get 5 degrees to get a job off of which I can live. The problem isn't America, it isn't the government, and it certainly isn't partisan politics. Do I think that there should be increased government funding for the arts? Absolutely. A hundredfold! But I think that funding for the arts should start right here with you and me. I believe our money should be funding artists left and right. I believe this because I don't think that art is purely entertainment. That's what commercialization has done. Cheap art has become a way to be entertained. But true art is a reciprocation from the artist to society. It's the way that artists say 'thank you' to the world. It's something beautiful. It's what every actor is doing every night on the Broadway stage at 8. It's what the starving artist on the street is doing when selling their paintings, their carvings, their craft. It's what the writer on the subway is writing in their mind when people watching. It's
The next time you meet an actor, a musician, an opera singer - give them a hug from me. Tell them you appreciate the endless hours they practice every week. Tell them you appreciate them for their tireless commitment. Or at the very least, tell them I do.
It begins here. :)
These words - the words of one of my professors - have rung inside me the past two weeks, resonating like the beat of a drum. Softly playing off my emotion, my reason, my logic... these words have been turning in my mind over again every time I step into a practice room. People I talk to seem surprised when I have 'so much homework'. "You're just a voice major", they say. When I talk to people about my major, oftentimes they don't realize that in order to do what I want to do, I have to take 12 classes a week, I can't take Friday's off, and my weekends are usually filled with auditions or performances. I can't stay up until the wee hours of the morning studying, because my voice must be rested to perform in my classes. I need to eat healthy and make sure I get enough exercise, because I have to be physically fit enough for my career. Being aware of both my physical presence, and the presence of others is of the utmost importance. It's priority for me to rest my voice when it's feeling tired. I'll call out sick from work if I think my vocal health is at risk. My homework is not filled with calculations and charts. I spend hours delving into the lives of many characters - discovering why they do what they do. What makes Eliza Doolittle sing her fiery "Show Me" to poor, unsuspecting Freddy who just wants to walk down the street where she lives? I pore over circumstances and scenes, objectives and motives, actions and verbs... The reason my homework is strenuous is because it requires not only my intellect, but my entire being. My work is very emotional, physical and intellectual. There's no doubt that it's challenging, which is why I love it so much. I get to watch my classmates perform every day. I go to Broadway shows to write reviews. I'm certainly not complaining. But I'm discontent. I'm one of many who thinks that something has to change, because something is not right.
I don't make a habit of watching pop music videos. Maybe because I don't listen to pop music if I don't have to. I just don't enjoy it. But when I do happen to watch a clip of a pop singer, I find myself in complete awe. I'm blown away by people who"make it" in the industry with little to no training, no technique, and nothing but a rich family member or two to buy their spot of fame. I don't know how to appreciate performance without technique, because I wasn't taught to. I don't mean to generalize. There are pop artists that I appreciate. There are pop arts who are vocally trained, and are truly talented. But I don't consider songs that span a grand total of 4 whole steps repeating the same 5 words over and over again "art". I don't even consider it entertainment. Now, I'm a classical musician and I may be old fashioned, but I'm surrounded by incredibly talented people every day, musicians, composers, and instrumentalists that never fail to amaze me. These people are studying music sacrificially - studying the very essence of music for the purpose of creating something full of quality and truth. Do I think that classical art is under appreciated? Absolutely. No one takes a night out to the opera anymore. And if they do, they either leave or fall asleep before the third act. When was the last time you heard someone say, "I am so excited for the symphony tickets we have for tonight"? It's sad, but there just isn't a market for classical music anymore. In his essay "Listen to This", Alex Ross says, "When people hear 'classical', they think 'dead.'... You see magazines with listings for Popular Music in one section and for Classical Music in another, so that the latter becomes, by implication, Unpopular Music." But classical music is, in the end, what all music comes to. Stravinsky's "Rite of Spring" was once trendy, too, you know. But that's not entirely what's bothering me.
No, it's not just that art is under appreciated, it's that even art that is more appreciated than classical music - theater, film, and concerts - has become so commercialized, that it's been stripped of its true purpose. It's unfortunate that Broadway couldn't survive without commercialization. Everything is quantity over quality. The name makes the show now, not the other way around. I want to go back to the glory days of theater. I don't want to have to get 5 degrees to get a job off of which I can live. The problem isn't America, it isn't the government, and it certainly isn't partisan politics. Do I think that there should be increased government funding for the arts? Absolutely. A hundredfold! But I think that funding for the arts should start right here with you and me. I believe our money should be funding artists left and right. I believe this because I don't think that art is purely entertainment. That's what commercialization has done. Cheap art has become a way to be entertained. But true art is a reciprocation from the artist to society. It's the way that artists say 'thank you' to the world. It's something beautiful. It's what every actor is doing every night on the Broadway stage at 8. It's what the starving artist on the street is doing when selling their paintings, their carvings, their craft. It's what the writer on the subway is writing in their mind when people watching. It's
The next time you meet an actor, a musician, an opera singer - give them a hug from me. Tell them you appreciate the endless hours they practice every week. Tell them you appreciate them for their tireless commitment. Or at the very least, tell them I do.
It begins here. :)
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Whether the weather is...
It's been forever. I know. But I have some legitimate reasons for not writing this time. I did happen to survive midterms, Hurricane Sandy and the Nor'Easter. I should've blogged whilst stranded during the Hurricane. Instead... I spent my time finishing Arrested Development with my lovely sister. Ah, the past three weeks! Where to begin?
Midterms. They were brutal. I expected as much, but still. I had four midterms in one day. What cruel education system thinks that four midterms back to back is a good idea? Somehow I lived. And I passed, too. :)
The weekend after midterms, I ran away to Brooklyn to weather out the impending "Frankenstorm", Hurricane Sandy. I stayed with my sister, Mary for what turned out to be the entire week. Her husband worked in the city most of the week, so we basically just hung out in Brooklyn and ate a lot of food. Sandy left the lower half of Manhattan without power for days, flooded subway tunnels and essentially shut down the city for half a week. Since everything below like 34th street lost power, my dorm lost both power and water and my roommates were forced to evacuate on Wednesday. :( Luckily, no damage was done to our building and everyone that I know stayed safe and dry. It's surreal to see the damage on the news and feel as though my life went untouched. Mary's apartment didn't lose any power, and we were able to spend time together as sisters for the entire week. I was so fortunate. So for everyone's concerns and prayers, they were much appreciated! We weathered the storm very well. After school and work opened back up, it was onto business as normal.
Nicole visited me! Her anticipated arrival was the Wednesday after Sandy, and with much anxiety, we watched weather patterns and airport closures, but she was set to go. Lovely little Nor'Easter marched in and snowed up a storm, which closed JFK for the night, so Nicole was re-routed to D.C. and didn't arrive in the city until Thursday morning. Despite the travel inconvenience, we had an incredible weekend. We saw a couple shows, did some major shopping, and saw the city! We had a blast. I love sharing my world with friends from back home.
I have a few blog post ideas brimming in my head for this weekend, so I promise now... there will be regular Sunday posts again!
I miss you all. I miss home.
-Em
Christmas Countdown: 40 days!
Midterms. They were brutal. I expected as much, but still. I had four midterms in one day. What cruel education system thinks that four midterms back to back is a good idea? Somehow I lived. And I passed, too. :)
The weekend after midterms, I ran away to Brooklyn to weather out the impending "Frankenstorm", Hurricane Sandy. I stayed with my sister, Mary for what turned out to be the entire week. Her husband worked in the city most of the week, so we basically just hung out in Brooklyn and ate a lot of food. Sandy left the lower half of Manhattan without power for days, flooded subway tunnels and essentially shut down the city for half a week. Since everything below like 34th street lost power, my dorm lost both power and water and my roommates were forced to evacuate on Wednesday. :( Luckily, no damage was done to our building and everyone that I know stayed safe and dry. It's surreal to see the damage on the news and feel as though my life went untouched. Mary's apartment didn't lose any power, and we were able to spend time together as sisters for the entire week. I was so fortunate. So for everyone's concerns and prayers, they were much appreciated! We weathered the storm very well. After school and work opened back up, it was onto business as normal.
Nicole visited me! Her anticipated arrival was the Wednesday after Sandy, and with much anxiety, we watched weather patterns and airport closures, but she was set to go. Lovely little Nor'Easter marched in and snowed up a storm, which closed JFK for the night, so Nicole was re-routed to D.C. and didn't arrive in the city until Thursday morning. Despite the travel inconvenience, we had an incredible weekend. We saw a couple shows, did some major shopping, and saw the city! We had a blast. I love sharing my world with friends from back home.
I have a few blog post ideas brimming in my head for this weekend, so I promise now... there will be regular Sunday posts again!
I miss you all. I miss home.
-Em
Christmas Countdown: 40 days!
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Christmas is coming.
Ah, the season is upon us! And I can't wait for Christmas. I'll probably say it in every blog post from here forward. I just love the holiday season, and I have to refrain from buying every holiday candle we have in Anthropologie right now. I didn't blog last Sunday because I was both insanely busy, and had little to say. So, this post will serve to catch you up on both weeks.
Fiorello! was a success. I got to meet and talk with Sheldon Harnick, the lyricist of the show. He's such an incredible man, and he was so inspiring! He came to see our performance and met with the cast afterward. In addition, last Thursday, we had an amazing event at Anthro with two of our Made In Kind designers, Tracy Reese and Timo Weiland. The event also served as an official launch for the remodel of our store, and I got to meet Tracy Reese! She was so kind and genuine. It's so encouraging to see people who are so successful and yet so real in what they do and how they act.
I have big news. If you haven't seen my Facebook status, I'm going to Italy! I'll be studying in Florence this spring. :) I can hardly wait! You will get to hear all about my Italian adventures in the spring.
On Tuesday, we went to see "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" It was insane. Absolutely insane. It's brilliant. The direction is brilliant, the acting is amazing, and the book is just beyond belief. It's such a well written play.
Also, I have a couple confessions. I bought a nook. I didn't like it. So, then I took it back. And then I bought a kindle. And I'm still deciding whether I like e-books or not. I'm an avid reader. I absolutely love to read. And I love the feel of a real book in my hands. But I love the convenience of a kindle, and I bought a ridiculously cute case for it. Ah, the trouble.
My second confession... I broke vegetarianism. I've been a committed vegetarian, and a wishy-washy vegan for a little over 2 years, but recently I started craving meat. Now, I don't really like the taste or texture of meat, and I was more than happy to be a vegetarian. But I've been sick on and off, and I just feel like my body was missing something nutrient-wise. So, I took a bite of turkey bacon a couple weeks ago. It was really gross. I don't like turkey bacon. Strike one. Last week, I had a bite of Lauren's lemon chicken. It was really good. Success! So, I ate a bowl of chicken soup as my third, official "meat dish", and I liked it. I'm trying to very slowly reintroduce animal products back into my body. We'll see how this journey turns out, because if you know anything about me, you know I'm allergic to practically everything under the sun.
And lastly, I bought a plane ticket home for Christmas. :) No more staying in the city and working this year for me. I'm coming home! Time to play Christmas music. But really.
Missing home,
♥ Em
Christmas Countdown: 71 days
Fiorello! was a success. I got to meet and talk with Sheldon Harnick, the lyricist of the show. He's such an incredible man, and he was so inspiring! He came to see our performance and met with the cast afterward. In addition, last Thursday, we had an amazing event at Anthro with two of our Made In Kind designers, Tracy Reese and Timo Weiland. The event also served as an official launch for the remodel of our store, and I got to meet Tracy Reese! She was so kind and genuine. It's so encouraging to see people who are so successful and yet so real in what they do and how they act.
I have big news. If you haven't seen my Facebook status, I'm going to Italy! I'll be studying in Florence this spring. :) I can hardly wait! You will get to hear all about my Italian adventures in the spring.
On Tuesday, we went to see "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" It was insane. Absolutely insane. It's brilliant. The direction is brilliant, the acting is amazing, and the book is just beyond belief. It's such a well written play.
Also, I have a couple confessions. I bought a nook. I didn't like it. So, then I took it back. And then I bought a kindle. And I'm still deciding whether I like e-books or not. I'm an avid reader. I absolutely love to read. And I love the feel of a real book in my hands. But I love the convenience of a kindle, and I bought a ridiculously cute case for it. Ah, the trouble.
My second confession... I broke vegetarianism. I've been a committed vegetarian, and a wishy-washy vegan for a little over 2 years, but recently I started craving meat. Now, I don't really like the taste or texture of meat, and I was more than happy to be a vegetarian. But I've been sick on and off, and I just feel like my body was missing something nutrient-wise. So, I took a bite of turkey bacon a couple weeks ago. It was really gross. I don't like turkey bacon. Strike one. Last week, I had a bite of Lauren's lemon chicken. It was really good. Success! So, I ate a bowl of chicken soup as my third, official "meat dish", and I liked it. I'm trying to very slowly reintroduce animal products back into my body. We'll see how this journey turns out, because if you know anything about me, you know I'm allergic to practically everything under the sun.
And lastly, I bought a plane ticket home for Christmas. :) No more staying in the city and working this year for me. I'm coming home! Time to play Christmas music. But really.
Missing home,
♥ Em
Christmas Countdown: 71 days
Sunday, September 30, 2012
I am so happy.
I am so content. I'm snuggled into a corner with a warm cup of apple cider, an overcast sky and a pad of paper brimming with scattered ideas, hastily written down so I wouldn't forget them when it came time to write. But I don't mean I'm only content now, at this exact moment. I mean, I'm wholeheartedly content in every way possible.
If you've lived on this green earth for an extended amount of time, which I'm presuming you have if you're reading this, then you've most likely realized to some extent that humanity is terribly, existentially flawed. And as a result of our flaws, we are constantly searching. We never stop seeking, searching, looking, striving for... that one thing, that will bring us satisfaction. I don't presume to have it, or to tell you that you don't have it. That's not my place. I'm just blogging about my week of observations on human nature, not writing a self-help novel. But I am sharing with you a revelation that I deem to be important, even crucial, to this time of my life.
I've seen the finger point at everyone and everything. The blaming usually begins with "The reason our society is..." or "Well, this generation..." These conversations never turn out well and usually end in someone shouting, crying, or both. It's true that our society is not an ideal one. It's true that the state our country is in is not ideal. But was it ever? I've heard more and more from the older generation about the 'glory days', reminiscing about a time where everything was 'better' and 'simpler'. Were we as technologically dependent 50 years ago as we are today? Absolutely not. My parents saw the rise of television, shared telephone lines, and the makings of the internet. They saw cell phones, Wi-Fi and smart phones become widely accessible. They saw much, much more than I have in my short two decades. They didn't rely on technology like we do. And maybe that means that things were simpler. But better?
I have been taught to question everything. I think it's a byproduct of how my generation has been raised, coupled with my pursuit of a liberal arts education. I want to know why, not what. I want to know whether life was 'better' - more enriching - two generations ago, than it is now. I have, in the words of the great Uta Hagen, "an insatiable curiosity about the human condition." Hagen insists that to be a great actor, one must learn not only to face the world, but also to face themselves. Not the flattered, puffed up, image of ourselves, but our raw, harsh, brutal selves - our thoughts, our attitudes and opinions. In short, we must be able to be entirely transparent with ourselves. In an age that is centered around social media, we have become a generation that is extremely prideful. We are obsessed with making our lives seem as appealing as possible on the outside. We've become so reliant on the approval of others, that we hardly know how to survive without it. Social media has become our stand-in, our substitute for reality, and it has devalued much of our human to human interaction and communication. As a result of this, I think the older generation has lost much respect for us. There is an overwhelming majority of young adults who can not hold a meaningful conversation, because they are so used to instant digital communication.
Digital communication - texting in particular - has changed our society incredibly. The ability to reach someone The accessibility of technology has had an immense impact on how we behave. Not only is it the biggest marketing venue ever - as Americans are now convinced that if they don't have the iPhone 5, they are nothing short of worthless - but it is one of the biggest distractions to human kind. I must say, technology has its benefits, and it has many of them. Mankind is more connected to each other now than they ever have been, ideas are spreading like wildfire, and yet, we're constantly distracted. I am amazed at how little focus or patience I have come to have when forced to sit in an hour long math lecture. That's why my focus this week has been one of presence. I'm yearning to be as present as possible at all moments, to keep my focus on my work and on the relationships in my life - because those are the things I can cultivate and in which I find enrichment. And it's difficult. I never realized how much I used my phone as a distraction until now. There is so much to learn and so many other ways I could be spending my time. Budgeting time may be one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I'm trying to come to terms with our consumer mindset. I don't need a new wardrobe. I certainly don't need to buy a $200 pair of pants, or an iPad 2, as desperately as I might want them. I'm trying to be wise with my money and my time (and that's something I fail at daily). But in differentiating between my wants and my needs, I've come to a very solid place. I began by telling you that I was content. I truly am. Nothing has really changed in my life - I just realized that I was forgetting how immensely blessed I already am. And, that's more than enough reason to be satisfied. I am exactly where I want to be.
Thanks for reading. ♥
-Em
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