Life Choices
In honor of the fantastic book INTERMISSION by Serena Chase (which you can preorder here and I suggest you do because holy freaking crap it is fantastic), I have decided to write this post on my life choices and what I plan on doing once I graduate.
We are starlight on snow. The reflection of something already beautiful—absorbed, reflected, and remade into something . . . more.
And this kiss . . .
This kiss is everything I’ve needed to say . . . and longed to hear.
Sixteen-year-old Faith Prescott eagerly awaits the day she will exchange her small Iowa hometown for the bright lights of Broadway, but her success-driven parents want her to pursue a more practical career, labeling “artsy” people—including their daughter—as foolish dreamers worthy of little more than disdain.
When Faith meets nineteen-year-old Noah Spencer she discovers someone who understands her musical theatre dreams . . . because he shares them.
Faith’s mother despises everything about Noah—his age, his upbringing . . . even his religious beliefs—and she grasps at every opportunity to belittle his plans to study theatre and pursue a stage career. When those criticisms shift further toward hostility, resulting in unjust suspicions and baseless accusations, an increasingly fearful stage is set for Faith at home, where severe restrictions and harsh penalties are put in place to remove Noah Spencer from her life.
But Faith has never connected with anyone like she has with Noah, and no matter how tight a stranglehold her mother enforces to keep them apart, Faith will not give him up. Behind the curtain, Faith’s love for Noah continues to grow . . . as does her determination to hold on to her dreams—and him—no matter how high the cost.
The problem with these jobs is that they are "unstable". People don't consider them real jobs, because you don't sit at a desk or work for a company. I've been told I don't know how many times that I need to have a backup in case everything goes downhill because these industries are dangerous. My parents have always been supporting me, but (not to throw anyone under the bus) my grandparents always thought that being an author was a hobby, being an actor is a hobby. My maternal grandfather, specifically, thinks that the Arts are a waste of time. I took his word as gospel for the longest time. He was military, then he worked for General Mills, and now he's got three books published. So, I thought he knew what he was talking about. And yes, we are supposed to listen to and honor our elders/parents. But sometimes they aren't right. Because of what he put into my head at a young age I thought I needed to find a good-paying job. I had my head set on Physical Therapy. But as I kept researching colleges and such, I realized that the only reason I chose this profession was because my grandpa said it would be good choice–because it has good pay. I'd be rich. But to be honest, I don't want to be rich. I want enough money to be comfortable, and I want to do something I love. I don't want to have a good paying job, yet wake up every morning wanting to die because I hate my job. I'd rather work my butt off for every dollar doing something I love.
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We are starlight on snow. The reflection of something already beautiful—absorbed, reflected, and remade into something . . . more. And this kiss . . .
This kiss is everything I’ve needed to say . . . and longed to hear.
Sixteen-year-old Faith Prescott eagerly awaits the day she will exchange her small Iowa hometown for the bright lights of Broadway, but her success-driven parents want her to pursue a more practical career, labeling “artsy” people—including their daughter—as foolish dreamers worthy of little more than disdain.
When Faith meets nineteen-year-old Noah Spencer she discovers someone who understands her musical theatre dreams . . . because he shares them.
Faith’s mother despises everything about Noah—his age, his upbringing . . . even his religious beliefs—and she grasps at every opportunity to belittle his plans to study theatre and pursue a stage career. When those criticisms shift further toward hostility, resulting in unjust suspicions and baseless accusations, an increasingly fearful stage is set for Faith at home, where severe restrictions and harsh penalties are put in place to remove Noah Spencer from her life.
But Faith has never connected with anyone like she has with Noah, and no matter how tight a stranglehold her mother enforces to keep them apart, Faith will not give him up. Behind the curtain, Faith’s love for Noah continues to grow . . . as does her determination to hold on to her dreams—and him—no matter how high the cost.
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This was such a fantastic book and on the release date I'm going to post a book review (both a spoiler-free one and a spoiler-filled one). But in the meantime, holy crap this book THIS BOOK YOU GUYS.
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Alright. Here's where I actually start my post. All my life, I have discovered that the jobs I've leaned toward are the ones that everyone says are impractical. In case you're wondering, my jobs are going to be author and actress. And when I say they ARE going to be my jobs, it's because they actually are.
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| promotional artwork done by me for my school's production of Little Women From left to right: Back: Beth (Annika), Meg (me), John Brook (Dawson), Laurie (Josh), Mr. Lawrence (Grant) Hannah (Faith), Aunt March (Erin) Middle: Marmee (Brianna), Amy (Kelly), Father (Chris), Jo (Katy) |
I've always wanted to be an actress. I'm drawn to the stage, it makes me feel like there's still some good in the world. When I'm up there, the lights blinding me to the point where I can only see my fellow actors, the set, and the edge of the stage, I feel insanely calm. I can't speak in front of a class to save my life. To be honest, if I get elected Valedictorian of my class next year I don't know if I'll be able to stand in front of my school and give a speech. But when I'm onstage, everything is different. I can't see the audience. It just feels like I am Mrs. Sowerby, I am Queen Titania, I am Meg March, and I'm just living my life.
I've always wanted to be an author. Since a young age I've felt an urge to tell stories. I've loved writing, I honestly can't describe how much I love writing.
The problem with these jobs is that they are "unstable". People don't consider them real jobs, because you don't sit at a desk or work for a company. I've been told I don't know how many times that I need to have a backup in case everything goes downhill because these industries are dangerous. My parents have always been supporting me, but (not to throw anyone under the bus) my grandparents always thought that being an author was a hobby, being an actor is a hobby. My maternal grandfather, specifically, thinks that the Arts are a waste of time. I took his word as gospel for the longest time. He was military, then he worked for General Mills, and now he's got three books published. So, I thought he knew what he was talking about. And yes, we are supposed to listen to and honor our elders/parents. But sometimes they aren't right. Because of what he put into my head at a young age I thought I needed to find a good-paying job. I had my head set on Physical Therapy. But as I kept researching colleges and such, I realized that the only reason I chose this profession was because my grandpa said it would be good choice–because it has good pay. I'd be rich. But to be honest, I don't want to be rich. I want enough money to be comfortable, and I want to do something I love. I don't want to have a good paying job, yet wake up every morning wanting to die because I hate my job. I'd rather work my butt off for every dollar doing something I love.
And so I have decided upon my majors and my careers: Creative Writing and Theatre. I'm going to work my butt off for these jobs, I am going to do my best, and I am going to do what I love, honoring God in everything.
~Olivia Ann
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