There is a gigantic meteorite heading towards me. I can't move. Not one inch of my body will budge from it's current position. My brain hasn't registered the hurling mass that is, at present, hurtling through space and time towards my current location. In short, I'm screwed. No, I haven't turned into a doomsday predictor… Continue reading Hannah, we have a problem.
I was never going to be a performer. I cannot recall how many times in the last four years that I have said this sentence aloud. It's been said even more in my own head. This sentence is used to justify, placate, and reconcile for the past (almost) five years of my life. Basically since… Continue reading I Was Never Going to Be a Performer.