Front and Center

We all wear masks to a certain degree whether we care to admit it or not. Sometimes I wonder who the real me is. Is the "me" that I think is me, not the real me but the product of a programmed version of myself through years of what others thought I was, or what I thought the world expected and allowed me to be?

We all play a certain role in our lives.
My recurring role was always that of middleman, a very tiring position to be in.

We should all be leading ladies/men in our own lives instead. I read that once somewhere. And it hit me hard. Most of us do fall into the trap of behaving like we don’t deserve to be stars in our own show that is our lives. Our days are spent in type-casted, supporting roles to others’ quests. We let others play director and a few others dictate the look and feel.

It’s never too late to turn that spotlight around on “you”. Life is short and film is not only limited but expensive.

The version of me today wants to defy being defined. I’d like to think that I am much more imaginative than that. I have found that the most inspired me is when I’m just left to be “me”.
No second-guessing. No editing.

This Halloween, I was an "unkempt, zombie-ish rag-doll-that's-out-for-revenge-on-the-little-girl-that-did-not-take-very-good-care-of-her". A last minute change in what I’d originally wanted to be---Sally from "Nightmare Before Christmas". Same family but with a twist.

In my movie, even the disheveled and the imperfect can be headliners. Sure it wasn’t a pretty, princess costume, but then again, who said I ever wanted to be a princess?

Tomorrow I don't quite know what I'll transform into. But for now, let's have a go at it, Superstars!