Color Me Inspired

Within a week, one of my best friends applied for a job, accepted the offer, found a place to live, got a car, and moved to try to start her career.  She set herself up where she wanted to be in less than SEVEN days.  That’s incredible.  She’s out there ready to face whatever challenges come her way.  Her passion motivates her…always has.

She’s always had that inside of her: tenacity, enthusiasm, courage.  All the qualities that superheroes and some parents have.

Back in grade school, we rode hard together. Completely inseparable.  People often switched our names, our parents hardly ever worried about us if as long as we were together. You know, all the clichés that apply to best friends. Though we were close enough to consider one another sisters (and this sort of behavior from people was to be expected), I never liked being confused for her.  Don’t get me wrong, she’s incredible, lovely, blah blah blah, but I was my own person.  I’ve always had issues with people calling me outside of my name.

I thought that we were OBVIOUSLY different – dress, hair, the way we sounded, the superficial stuff that mattered in school. But I had it backwards. Externally, we were very similar. Turns out it was our character that was drastically different.  I refused to see that back then. (Involuntarily? I don’t know.) The good-natured, resilient woman that she was becoming, I couldn’t see any of that forming in me. I was (and still am) hyper-sensitive, exclusive, and one hell of a cynic.

Maybe we got along so well because she was my opposite.  She (along with my family) pushed me, gave me not only someone to compete against, but with.  Sometimes, trying new things isn’t so scary when you have someone by your side.  That’s how I got on this theatre train. I never would have had the balls to do something like that if it wasn’t for her telling me to join. Before her recent moves, I could see my friends and peers making their own big moves, while I just felt more and more left behind.  And with that feeling swallowing me whole, it’s easy to want to give up. Quite a specialty of mine, really.

I knew I loved her, but I think I forgot how important she is until just a couple of weeks ago.

No. That’s not right.

I delved a little deeper into why I hold her so dear to my heart.

So, thanks again, Candace, for reminding to fight for what I want.

Well, Candace and Mindy Kaling, of course.

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