Heavy Breakfast

The Scene

I wake up to a whir of sounds: birdsong, passing motors, breeze in the trees.

6am again, here to haunt me no matter what. I stall under the anxiety I face, the feeling that I need to make right, to do better. I methodically check my phone, open and close apps, hoping there might be some call to action amidst the emails, messages, notifications.

There's not.

I am bombarded by subscription emails, group updates, youtube channels. Nothing personal. Nothing I find engaging or motivating. The motivation needs to come from within. I continue in my limacine state, searching for distractions on my phone, thwarting responsibility. I need direction.

^^ Limacine. adj. of or relating to a slug.^^

Step 1: Write Blog

As I sit down to write, some of the anxiety dims. 

I realize that I am taking one step towards clearing my brain, making leeway into the day, organizing my anxiety into rational thoughts. The thing about it is, anxiety is an overwhelm. It's difficult to trace the actual cause, especially as you are bombarded by a feeling. If your experience as a human is anything like mine, feelings are the most difficult thing to express, address, and/or curb.

The accomplishments astound.

Since last I wrote, I finished my first short film, gigged in Cardiff, began rehearsals on a new project in London, saw three musicals (and hope for a fourth tonight), and have arranged to be in the US as a representative of RWCMD.

That's right, America, God shed his grace on thee.

I'll be performing in NYC on the 26th of September for all to see (unsure who I can invite actually).

I'll be performing in London on the 15th and 18th of September for all to see (small venue, book immediately).

I'll be performing in my room every day, free of charge. Food donations welcome.

Step 2:  Breathe

"As we pray, we breathe three times. Not so the Haole, they fail to breathe life into their prayers."

-Paki, The Last Queen of Paradise

Amidst all the lessons and influences around me, my current script is a pivotal one. A musical about Queen Liliu'okalani of Hawai'i, the plot depicts the demise of yet another native culture to colonialism, greed, and rigidity.

(a female monarch of color? She's incapable of ruling a nation!)

^^ paraphrasing from Lame White Man in the musical.^^

As the last Queen, I take full emotional responsibility for the demise of my country, for the loss of culture and shift of power. I do not want to put up a fight to the Americans; aggression is not in our blood, war is not in our blood; but peace, forgiveness, and sympathy fuel us. It is a constant reminder of how power supersedes peace, but who actually wins?

Details here: The Last Queen of Paradise.

Step 3:  Make a Killer Breakfast

That's right folks, I'm going to go downstairs and finally finish all the Lindt Truffles my parents brought over for my birthday. Although a Costco-sized bag of chocolate truffles is highly pleasurable, it is a cause to my demise. 

25 Strong.

Love

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