I remember when I was younger, my mom was the one who I played dress up with. She was the one that I had camp outs in the living room with. She was my best friend who I couldn’t wait to get home just so I could watch movie with. Even though I love my mom, I always felt some type of loneliness. I would see my friends with their siblings, and no matter how much they seemed to annoy each other, I was jealous. I wanted someone my age to annoy. Someone my age to laugh with.
Then came the time when my mom said I should live with my dad so that she could better herself financially. I was around 8 or 9 and was so excited. Not because I was leaving my mom, but because I would get to have my brother around (he is actually my step brother, but my dad had raised him). I loved the idea of having someone my age in the house. But not having been around each other for so long, it was awkward at times. We were two very different people, with very different interests. But no matter how different, he looked out for me no matter what. Something I came to appreciate more and more as time went by. I had my sibling and annoyed him as much as possible – as a little sister should. Continue reading “My Sister, The Potential Weirdo. (Myana Chimes In)”
I decided to hit “Send”. I shouldn’t have. It had been impulsive. I had written something stupid like “I’m the person you’re looking for.” or a statement that was equally lame. I instantly regretted it. I didn’t get a response. I started wondering if I should send her a letter. I was able to find an address. I started the letter and then I stopped. I put the pen down, walked away and that was that. Or so I thought. Continue reading “Nexy Jamin & The Summer of 2014 Part II”
In the past year I’ve had some absolutely amazing experiences that have helped me find my way back to the path of shameless creativity. I say shameless because for a time (4 years), I felt as though what I was doing, what I wanted to do, was something to hide. I stopped saying I was an actor. Or a singer. Or anything creative that would make me look like a flight risk to what I refer to at times as “the outside world”. I moved from a city that embraced my diversity and all my quirks as an artist, to a place where I felt I didn’t fit the mold. I made that move because I was scared. Scared that as a newly engaged woman, people now had expectations of me and those expectations could only be fulfilled if I settled down. I felt pressure from myself and others. I wanted people to like me. I wanted them to know that I wasn’t a gamble. I left what I knew, what had made me successful up to that point, and what was familiar for the imagined promise of “stability”. Continue reading “How I Learned to Thrive & Other Tales of “Whoa!””