OH THE THINKS YOU CAN THINK!

I've recently been given the wonderful experience to participate in my school's musical. Or rather... Seussical. Yes, the glorious wonderful musical all set to Dr. Seuss's books. It's a blast! The people involved are so much fun and the characters have developed beautifully. I'm so glad to be a part of this awesome production.

I realized this today as the recent conversations between me and my wonderful boyfriend Andy were popping into my head.

Me: *Singing a Seussical song*
Andy: Is that Seussical again?
Me: Yeah.
Andy: No, Beffy. Seriously. I love to hear you sing, but I can't stand any more Seussical. It's not you, I just can't hear about it anymore.

So I stop. And I have stopped. I've studied my songs and notes when he's not here (which, if you'll read my last post, you'll realize I've had loads of study time this week.) And I've switched to having them stuck in my head and keeping quiet when he's around. I've also been requested to stop quoting Seussical, and all books made by the author of which I am surely jealous, Seuss. I stop because I love him, and I make excuses and reasons that I should stop.

But enough is enough.

I've spent most of my life trying to find my niche in this world. My sister found it easily, beginning gymnastics at age five and joining the acrobatics team short after. I on the other hand did a variety of things as I tried to fit in somewhere...anywhere. I tried cheerleading, gymnastics, I did dance and soccer and cheerleading and gymnastics again. I did drama camp and many many others. Finally in seventh grade I found a place to belong. When I started Power of The Pen, a competitive writing league, I for once found somewhere I wasn't the oddball, the one who tried her hardest only to be the worst on the team. I was the strongest link. I was the only seventh grader to travel to the regional meet. The next year I was even better, grabbing a first place and two best of round's in ONE meet. I made it all the way to the state level, where I failed miserably. But hey, I was only one of two to make it that year. I began to see myself as a writer, hence this blog. I loved to write.

But Power of the Pen was only available for middle school students. It was taken from me this year, seeing as I am now a freshman. I needed to find a new niche, and while the musical was a scary thing, I wanted to do it.

Side note, I've never been classified as that great of a singer. My family is overly critical of me and I've caught them laughing as I prepare for an audition. I was asked by a professional to take voice lessons with her, she said I was very good. But that still scared me... I didn't want to fail.

I ended up taking the leap of faith, with much prayer and much fear. I ended up getting a minor role, but I was so proud of myself. I could do this, I would do this. This musical isn't just a fun thing to do, it's not just a production, it's not a hobby. To me it's a symbol, a sign I should believe in myself and in God. To me it's showing me I have multiple places I fit. I've found my niche. If Andy can talk about the things he loves and how special they are to him, then so can I. I will not shut up about these things. This is my symbol, and these are my friends in this production.

Thanks for reading. I needed to vent.

By the way, Dr. Seuss invented the word "nerd"! I think that's amazing! (Don't believe me? Check out If I Ran The Zoo!)