I spent several of my younger summers at University of Miami theatre camp. I loved every moment of it. It was such an amazing outlet for me.
At the end of one summer when awards were given out, an acting coach of mine presented me with the "quiet but mighty" award. She said that though I was one of the more shy girls, I still made a big impact.
It makes total sense to me now - I'm a bit of an introvert and I'm a writer. I'm always better on paper than I am out loud.
It's bizarre the days that we mark our lives by. Last year on St. Patrick's Day, I was headed west on 5th Avenue for my weekly lunch and pep talk with my dad. Weaving and in and out of the incorrigible drunks that littered the sidewalks, I swore that I'd avoid the mess in future years.
Well, fast forward to yesterday, when I didn't have a choice and was once again forced to confront my claustrophobia head on and fight my way through the crowds. Arriving at my destination, I stopped to ponder how much life has changed since the last time I did this.
I no longer get to have weekday lunches with my dad.
On the same token, I no longer need nearly as many pep talks. (Though the occasional never hurts.)
I have direction.
I have focus.
I am content.
But for the most part, I'm still the little girl who won that award.
I wonder where I'll be, both physically and mentally, on St. Patricks Day next year. I hope I'm still really happy and can manage to stay far away from 5th Avenue.
I am quiet but mighty.