What!!? There's No Room Here!

I had the idea months ago of doing a voice over demo. It tied in nicely with the fact that the ESL company I freelance for had a media/voice over department.

Finally, I arranged to do it with M, the singer-songwriter, and my former roommate.

I put a lot of effort into it; The night before I came home from work and had a few hours left before going to bed, and sat at my computer to listen to voice over demos. I decided to check in on Facebook and discovered that someone I had dated (which had ended painfully) was now moving here with their girlfriend.
Oh no. MY city, not yours.

I had actually just (finally) gotten into a healthy place about him. Boom! He was such a stoner..maybe he will forget to move here.

I managed to get out of my immediate response which was to FB sleuth, and went back to my project, but it was hard. I made my demo the next day - it went well. I know I can do better, but I want to send it asap.

Coincidences/Career Advice

I wrote to the director and sent in a headshot and some background details and she got back to me right away. Turns out she is also from Philadelphia, where I was born. Exciting/interesting coincidence.

Irritated because of 2 conversations I had over the weekend. First one was with K, an older woman in AA, who has been giving me career advice in terms of choosing a certificate vs. a Masters in ESL. She really laid into me on our walk home from a gallery event in Greenpoint. She knows about my background with my parents, but keeps encouraging me to ask them to help pay for graduate school, and let me know that I really had to get on it, she said (sotto voce), because of my age !!

Feh.

That was Saturday. Sunday, I went to see my friend M speak at his church. I've been to the church and other born again meetings before, and like other times, again I felt this peaceful feeling come over me. We got a coffee after that, and I let him know about my conversation with K, and he sympathized. Then, he asked me about my attendance at the meetings and that he knew I was into the goddess and all, but that being born again was the way to go and he kept going on and on, and I felt like I needed to explain myself, and qualify my spirituality in his eyes. I felt small, and today thinking about it, felt angry, but I said nothing. He
knew he had gone too far, (he even said I wear sunglasses too often), and started to apologize, but I told him it was not a big deal.

 I felt small, and today thinking about it, I felt angry.

He called me this afternoon, thinking we were back to normal, and I explained to him, that being a woman, a Goddess appeals to me - and pointed out that cultures have worshipped a Goddess for centuries.

The conversation ended on an awkward note; I don't think our relationship will be the same.