I’m mostly just trying to get this out while my heart still feels like it could burst. Behind this quirky little red door on 54th street I walk to every morning, I get to see and experience real people stripping down all the defenses that they have used to survive up until this moment in their lives in pursuit of telling the truth through an art form. All these brave, unique, wonderful babies that have become my family. And every time I see someone honestly owning up to their insecurities, sexuality, loneliness, fear and joy I understand myself better and I think “Oh, that’s me. I’m not the only one. I am okay. I am enough.” Sometimes I just feel too many feelings and that’s beautiful. I’m thankful and blown away that acting school is helping me become a better human.
Also, this is a picture of my acting teacher from a long time ago.
