Funny Faces and Feeling Feisty

I'm coming to understand the thought process behind the life of a recluse (which might be a little concerning). The idea of holing up in Brooklyn, devoid of human contact, only escaping to eat and pee sounds kinda nice right about now...

...which means I am clearly due for a break from the city. I love this town, but Lord knows that every now and again a few days away from the mess of this metropolis is necessary. You know, just to preserve sanity and ensure that one DOESN'T end up the crazy old person in the apartment next door that saves her nail clippings.

I find myself cursing hipsters more than usual on the good old L train. Internally threatening to pull their beards and rip their flannel. And I'm constantly amazed by the lack of personal space I'm awarded by my fellow inhabitants. The tirades that enter my thoughts on my crowded morning commute cannot be healthy.

I need a break, yo.

I spent a couple weeks trying very hard to “network” and step in a little more schmooze than I'm used to. I think it got to me. There were many nights I spent at different events, meeting people trying (without success) to talk about myself without sounding like I was talking about myself. At these things, I usually end up getting asked to babysit, rather than getting asked to be in anyone's next production. Maybe I should stop asking to see pictures of the birthdays and pony rides...

On the acting front, I've taken some workshops and done some readings. I filmed the last day of “I Married a Mobster,” in which I was grilled on the witness stand. Probed about my husband's affair and my relationship with the Mob. It was a super fun day.

I've had some good auditions, too. It's so nice going into an audition really wanting the part. Getting the chance to play with good material. To be honest, it doesn't happen enough. In a recent audition I was playing an ass kicking, sarcastic, yet beneath it all good person. It would be a killer role to work on, physically and emotionally demanding. Awesome. Here's to hoping!

Smart-Mouthed is going strong. I'm still trying to figure out where to go with it. But I'm networking more with people within the health and wellness industry and everyone seems to react positively to the idea of a Holistic Health Coach with a slight potty mouth. I can see a pretty awesome future with it, I'm just still figuring out how to get there. It will come. That's one project I have major faith in.

In developing the brand, I had some silly pictures taken involving fruits and vegetables (that was an interesting conversation with the photographer...).

They turned out pretty great! While we were at it we just bang-ed out some regular old headshotty types, too.Why not?

Sweet Sarah

Sexy Sarah

Cutesy Sarah

Fun Sarah

Sensitive Sarah

Slutty Sarah

Scolding Sarah

Sensual Sarah

Challenged Sarah

Sarah Sees Dead People

I'm not going to get any of them printed, but nothing like having more pictures of my stupid face making stupid faces!

I'm a bit cynical right now, in case you haven't noticed.

I've gotta get back to auditioning like a mad woman and I'm going to force myself out into the world. So, goals for next week: Up the Vitamin D intake, find a new monologue, get some pics and promo materials in order, start a whole foods cleanse, and not kill anyone on the morning commute.

Dreamin' big, my friends. Dreamin' big.

This attitude, too, shall pass. I think. I'm hoping Spring brings forth a rebirth in my spirit.

...Well, that and a tan. This awful, pale, sickly look is sure as hell not doing me any favors, either.

Until next time! (Which will NOT take me forever. I know it took me a hella long time to write to you. I apologize!)


Update! While working on this post, I received word that I got the part playing the kick ass character I auditioned for! I have a summer project! With great people! Here's the unbelievably nice email:

“...we'd like to offer you the role of RED RIDING HOOD in our show.  There were a lot of people who did some great Red's but yours in particular really stuck with us.  In just the audition we feel you showed the most range, and your fighting was really solid too.  I think you can have a lot of fun with the role, and she's pretty much the centerpiece of the show.  So please let us know at your earliest convenience if you'd like to accept the role!”

Whoop Whoop! How nice is that?!?! And a new project! I can't wait to beat people up and play a badass and beat people up. Did I mention I get to beat people up? So. Much. Fun.

Lace, Lingerie, Snot and Tears: My Life as a Mob Wife

There are few words that make me shudder in fear. A few are: “Ocean” (Debilitating fear. Wanna see me scream like a baby on Santa's lap? Throw me in the ocean. I once broke up with a guy for doing it. He clearly had no heart...), “Flying” or “Airplane” (Love airports, hate flying. Anyone that's sat next to me, friend OR stranger, can vouch that I don't do well in turbulence. I'm an arm grabber...) onto “Library” and even, “Post Office” (pretty much any word that evokes a big, government-y looking building. It always seems like everyone knows exactly what they're doing, and I just feel lost. ...ps. lets be honest, the NY public library is scary as shit).

But despite these bizarre phobias, the actress in me is pretty fearless. I've scaled balconies, swam in gross swamp-like pools, had screaming breakdowns, stood too close to a moving train, thrown up into a toilet... all for the good of the performance. But want to turn this usually fairly fearless Actress into a knees-shaking, scared little mess? Mention the words I heard over the phone for the wardrobe consultation prepping for the “I Married a Mobster” shoot.

Those terrifying words are: Make. Sure. To. Bring. Your. Sexiest. Lingerie.

Crap.

Two things.

1. Sorry boys. Don't have too much sexy lingerie. I think it's awkward. And,
2. Oh. Shit. I have to wear sexy lingerie...on camera...in front of a crew...

Another thing you may not know: I'm pretty prudish when it comes to my body. I'm not one of the weird chicks at the gym that blow-dries her hair all nakie, and I have never just walked around my apartment in the buff just for the hell of it. Not my jam. Probably comes from my body issues and years of staring in the mirror as a dancer (but that's for another post ;).

So, after a day of shooting intense emotional breakdowns, throwing things, screaming, and crying in what the Director likes to call the “haggard look” (For some reason recently I seem to get parts that require little to no primping. The worse I look the better. And I'm no beauty here either! I'm all snot and tears. And while “Haggard” was the Director's choice description, it's a look I've come to call: “Pleasantly Busted.”)... anyhow, nearing the end of the day, I heard the dreaded words, “Okay, let's change into the sexy lingerie.”

He said it so matter of fact. Like it was the same as saying, “plaid flannel pajamas.”

I went upstairs and pulled my options from my over sized suitcase. We decided on a onesie/romper situation with lace and whatnot. It was really the best of the options for my purposes. I slipped into it and willed myself to stand up straight and forget about my pasty NYer-in-hibernation-for-the-Winter legs (just thank God I remembered to shave...)

The scene was hilarious: “Sexy time with my husband after he gets out of prison.” I carried a candle into the room, saying things such as, “You miss me?” all sexy and seductive-like. Ha! Hilarious! (I may have had to make some suggestive faces in a certain close-up... Eek! Sorry family... :-/ )

But, aside from my personal hangups, shooting has been so great! We've done 4 days, and I think we've got one more coming up. My “husband” and I keep getting awesome feedback from the Director and he seems really happy with the performances. The crew is so lovely, too. And aside from being slightly nervous around the uber-legit mob extras, it's been super easy and fun! Just the project I needed right now! ...now to get more of these types of jobs...

Playing Toni Marie

As for personal business, I was able to share some awesome moments with some of my Promo girls. My friend, Aimee, was married last weekend and I was a Bridesmaid in her wedding. We've been through so much together (as you've read), and to share such an amazing occasion with her and the girls was really incredible.

Things with nutrition are going going going! If you haven't checked out the new blog, Smart-Mouthed, I really hope you do. I've decided on the tag line, “A health and wellness blog, sassy sauce on the side.” It's a new project and a lot of work, but something that I'm so passionate about.

Still not sure what to do with these little blogs, but people keep reading...so I keep writing.

And, thanks again, for reading, btw. It really means a lot. And if you like what you see, please pass it along. I'm forever grateful.

I've got a photo shoot scheduled for this week, along with some other odds and ends (doc appointment to deal with some health issues of late :-/). Luckily, I should be fully clothed for all planned events.

...though, with this life, I never really know what the hell is coming. Lingerie and cheesy candlelight included.

Signs from God...and The Williamsburg Bridge

I followed the two men as they pushed through the heavy doors. I jumped as the blinding light hit me. It consumed me like I was having a "come to Jesus" moment. In reality it was so very far from that. (Well, hopefully. I mean, it was an audition. And, if I have to audition to get into Heaven, I'm gonna be pissed). Anyhow, upon entering, I saw the windows wrapped around the office on three sides. “So... I guess your office doesn't suck.” I said hoping the joke would fall on appreciative ears. The two laughed and I put my numerous bags and things down as I took in the view from the way-west-side office space. Despite the cloudy and all around shitty day outside, the sprawling city was something to see. It reminded me how small I really am.

We walked into another, empty space and he set up a couple of chairs. “So....How loud can I be?” I asked. He went to close the doors behind us. “As loud as you want, I guess.” “Perfect.”

I took a moment to read the words I had scribbled down in my notebook on the subway before:

Agony

Fear

Helpless

Broken

Done

Over

Need

Why

Lost

Stabbed

Baby

Help

Why

Broken

A hodgepodge list of trigger words meant to put my brain in the right space for the hyper emotional scene I was preparing to improv (how's that for being “actor-y”). I set down the notebook, and jumped in...Here goes nuthin.

I walked into the scene and laid into the guy playing my husband like I just found out he had a bastard baby with another woman. "WHO IS SHE?!" I screamed. I paced. I pounded on my forehead in frustration (and developed a lingering headache from it, to be honest. Oh, the things we do for a job...I mean, art... ;) The poor guy playing opposite me wasn't even an actor but the Production Coordinator who, I think, based on the terrified look on his face, realized he was in over his head as soon as I started screaming at him like a crazy let loose from the asylum.

I finished. Wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. And said, “Sorry, dude.” We had a laugh and the Producer said, “now switch gears...” I shook off the emotional spew that had just gone down and jumped into the next scenario he gave us to improv. This time being a flirty, young, hot thing with a slight sass.

...Nailed it. Duh. ;)

He stopped us with a “Thank You!” We chatted some and I left the audition feeling pretty good.

Fast Forward. A few days.

I found myself back on the way-west-side waiting on the ready to re-enact the scene. This time with another actor. I waited. And I waited. I waited some more...

Finally the Producer came out, “So...good news and bad news. Bad news is that I have no idea where this other actor is. But the good news is that you're cast in the role. Welcome to 'I Married a Mobster'!” After sitting down in the office to discuss details, he said to me “You know, I gotta tell you. We saw A LOT of girls for this role... and there was just no contest. You blew them out of the water.” ...Ummm...holy shit. Amazing. “You have no idea how much I needed to hear that right now. Thank you.” I replied in a probably too dramatic, but incredibly heartfelt tone.

I tell you this because, as you know, the past few weeks I've been sort of holding my breath wondering about myself and my career because of the other project I found myself stuck in (Read about that in “Sh*t Gets Real”). The timing for his words couldn't have been more appreciated. I breathed a sigh of extreme relief more than anything.

I spent the next hour or so watching footage of the woman I will be portraying on the Investigation Discovery channel series that's to air in June. She's emotional, girly and a MOB WIFE. Holla! It's one of those super dramatic re-enactment shows about Mob families. This is going to be a fun one! (spoiler alert: I get to beat a man senseless with a phone! Awesome.)

I left the office that day and called my parents back in GA.

“I got the Mobster part!”

“You got it!” my mom repeated in that voice that lets me know she's both telling me she's super excited but also letting my Dad, who must be sitting close by, in on the news (It's a tactic I've become familiar with over my years far away from home).

“Of course she got it!” I heard my Dad yell from the background. (Very Matter-of-fact but said very clearly through a smile).

I couldn't help it...the emotions were fresh and I was kind of a hot mess to begin with...I started crying right there in front of the hot-dog vender on the corner of 10^th ave. He smiled at me. ...sweet guy.

Now, I'm not delusional, people. I know it's not an Emmy winning part, or a Spielberg movie, but the thing is that for the previous couple weeks my mantra had become, “I need something. I just need something good.”

And here it was. A sign, a boost, a reassurance. I was at the end of my rope, and getting the part coupled with the amazingly kind words from the Producer (and also the kind words from a friend that came to see the show I was doing the night before this went down) were so needed in my life at the time. Forward movement is all a girl can ask for. A paid acting job, on national television, with awesome people. Thank you, God.

And so, after putting an energy out into the Universe, it responded. I'm on hold to shoot next week. :)

In the meantime I'm working on things over at Smart-Mouthed.com and giving LOTS of shopping tours to teenagers. 'Tis the season.

I'll leave you with a pic I shared on the other blog, but clearly it applies here, too. It was just too weird that I saw this on my run THIS week on the Williamsburg Bridge. I literally tripped over my own feet as I ran over the words and turned around to make sure I read correctly. I did:

Don't mind if I do. :)

This Sh*t's About to Get Real...

As you all know, I'm not opposed to a good four letter word. I try not to use them superfluously or gratuitously. But what can say about this post... for you who offend easily... eye-muffs...

The feeling I have is like there's a rock on my chest and I'm lying down in a slow moving river. I can see the world happening through the murky water above, life happening, but I can't get there. It's a stagnant, stuck, just generally all around shitty feeling.

...and I'm pissed. I'm sick and tired of doing bullshit, I'm sick and tired of being stuck at a certain level. As actors we tend to feel helpless. We feel at the whim of other industry forces and it is easy to feel immobile. Unable to be in control of our own fate. I'm sick of it. I end up stuck in crappy situations or forced to wait around for others to follow through on their word. And a lot of it is because I'm a nice person. I'm loyal and trustworthy...and all those other Libra qualities that seem really great until they eff you in the end.

It's crap. I'm a professional, serious person (...can't you tell? ;). I want work that is challenging and hearty. I want people in my life that push me and work to pull things out of me that even I didn't see coming. I deserve that. We all do.

See, I let recent events get to my head and disrupt my heart. I let people and situations move me to a place of negative thoughts and insecurity. BUT NO MORE.

After a few very uplifting few days, filled with kind words and compliments from people whose opinions I value and hold in very high regard, I'm coming out of this bullshit on top, my friends. It's like words from a conversation I had recently, “what if this terrible thing is the best thing that could have happened?” And I think it just may have been.

Why? Because sometimes it's good to get angry ...and then get active.

We are valuable. We should be valued. By ourselves and others. Too often we are willing to work our faces off for free, to be treated like shit and like unintelligent people (this is something I deal with constantly as a woman. DON'T SPEAK TO ME LIKE A FIVE YEAR OLD BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A PENIS. Thank you. Kisses!) It's time to get empowered and get real, people.

I have a tendency to downplay everything. I value humility. But let's face the facts: That's great to an extent. It's time to get serious. So here I am. Putting this out into the world: I'm good. I'm good at what I do and I love to do it. I refuse to continue to put myself in places that are detrimental to me and my work. I have to start treating myself and my talent with the respect that it deserves.

Otherwise, why will anyone else?

Bullet Point Blank Brain

Hi blog.

I haven't been neglecting you. I promise. Just the opposite, really. I've been writing and rewriting, thinking and rethinking.

But last night, while lying in bed, I decided to say screw it. To go back to what usually causes my hands to fly on the keyboard and sparks my creativity. And that, my friends, is honesty.

So, to be honest, I've been feeling pressure (probably from myself) to write something “good” and that in turn, has left me writing crap. Just big ole loads of poopy. So instead of posting it for you all to suffer through, I've put off posting anything.

(Thank me later.)

But fear not! Here I am! With the truth! The problem here is that life keeps freakin' happening! (it tends to do that) So much goes on in a day, a week, a moment, that I sit down to tell you all about the ridiculousness and hilarity of it all and I can't sift through the events in my head. There's been a lot on my mind - People and shows and friends and money and food and diets and …. just stuff. It's hard to calm the beast long enough to listen quietly to the words roaming around up in my brain-hole.

So there it is. That's the truth.

...And while I'm at it – Dad, it was me that wrote my name all over the house in pen when I was little. ...I don't remember why I did it, but I do remember denying it. ...and Steven, Brother, I'm sorry for framing you. ...but (let's keep with the honesty) you probably deserved it. ;)

Anyhow, back to business. Life. Here we are...in bullet points:

-I took a workshop at The Network for Pilot Season. We were split up into groups of 6 and had an hour with a reputable Casting Director from each of the major networks. It was pretty great because we actually got to talk and work scenes with the CD's, get feedback, and take direction. I got great comments, positive reactions from everyone! No idea what could come from it, but can't hurt to have my work seen and my headshot in more hands. What else can ya do??

-I was a reader at the recent auditions for PlayClub (meaning I read scenes with actors that came in wanting to join the club). This experience is SO INTERESTING. Any time I get self conscious or think I effed up an audition...I need to remember that I am NOT the weirdest/worst/most awkward thing that came in that day. No way. Take Note: People are nuts. Actors are certifiably so.

-Filmed a music video for "Amadou and Mariam" with "TV on the Radio". Danced all morning with some awesome girls and then made it back to set that night (after running uptown to rehearsal) just in time to be rhinestoned and leotarded up. I thought I was just going to be part of the shiny scenery and was shocked to find out that I was the “talent on set” that they were referring to during what ended up being a solo shot. Of me...? I was morphing into a glittery nymph in drag queen platforms and so much glitter eye makeup that my frame of vision was constantly kaleidoscopic. You never know what's gonna end up on the cutting room floor, but I had a blast filming that day. Great people, great production.

-The Daily DO is going strong! I had my last scheduled meeting with my lovely Health Coach and one with Michael (consultant boy-wonder). I've kept both of them in the loop and I was interested to get some feedback. My Health Coach had such lovely, genuine praise. To be honest, it was just so good to have something to show for myself at our last session. I've been on a path all my own, not typical for graduates of my school, and I think I worried her a bit (not to mention myself) with my confusing direction. Michael had only positive things to say, too! He asked how much money I had made (a follow up to this episode: Sarah Freaks the Eff Out if you'll remember). And while I have made some income, it's nothing like what I intend to make in the future. So I was self conscious expressing the number. But, to my surprise, after telling him he got so excited and even used the word, "amazing." I was a bit dumbfounded. But I sat back in my Starbucks chair (Cool-ly this time. Not a bead of sweat to be seen!) and thought, "Yeah. I guess it is kinda amazing." We brainstormed a ton and chatted about life. Afterwards, I settled into my seat on the E train, and felt a sudden sense of accomplishment.

-OPERATION ELIMINATION DIET OF AWESOMENESS (and you thought I was crazy before...)
See, I have a friend with Crohn's Disease that had another flare up and after doing some research, I thought she should figure out what foods her body is sensitive to. And what a perfect time for me to do the same! So get this - we are eliminating: Gluten (wheat, spelt, barley etc..), Eggs, Dairy, Nightshade Veggies, Citrus, Highly Processed Foods, Alcohol, Coffee, Yeast, Sugar and Refined Carbs, Corn, Peanuts, Meat, and Soy for 7+ days (it's essentially the UltraSimple Diet from Dr. Mark Hyman-FYI). I'm on day 5 and going strong! I'm excited to experience the change in my body and prove to myself what I already know - Food is medicine.

Lunch!

There's something to be said about a good detox every now and again. Whether it's your life, your body, or your cell phone's contact list (who is "Baseball hat Ben" from "the Bar"??).

-My show, “Jose Antigo” opens at the American Theater of Actors ...TOMORROW! Holy shit. (Breathe. Breathe.) It's been...interesting. A test. Of patience. Of love. Of talent. Of patience. ...oh did I say that already? Oops. I'm nervous. I have my reasons. ...Annnnd that's all I'm going to say about that. This is me playing my character Robin:

Sassy and slutty and brash. She is a fun one!

So that's it for now.

This wasn't the most creative post. It didn't wrap up in a nice little pretty package. But, hell, life doesn't either. It's messy and complicated and sometimes I need to think in bullet points to keep it all straight.

And that's the truth.

Bullet Point Blank.

Schizophrenia: The New Black

“Are you a student?”

“Uh...no. Well...yes, sort of...but not really...”

“So that's work stuff you're working on?”

“Well, no. Yes. But, no. I mean...kind of.”

“okaaay?”

“I have a blog. Right now I'm writing ideas for my blog. So it's kind of like work...but not really.”

“Blog? What's your blog about?”

“Me. Uh..my life...In New York...As an actor.”

“Oh, cool! So you're a student studying acting?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

*deep breath* “See, I'm getting certified in Holistic Nutrition. So it's school, but it's not like I go to college or anything. I did that already. Usually when people ask if you're in school they mean like, NYU or something...but I'm not in school like that...so…see...what I mean...”

“Umm...No...???”

“Well, I'm getting certified in nutrition. To be a Health Coach. So that's school, but I already went to college, see...And I'm an actor...so right now I'm learning lines which is work, but I'm also working on my blog which is kind of work, but not really...”

“Right....”

It was this moment that I looked down at the mess that lay before me at the communal Whole Foods table. Sprawled across the space, like I owned the place, was two highlighted scripts, a health magazine, a notebook, random pages of scribble, an Iphone, an Ipod touch, headphones, a bottle of lemon water, and a container of kale and quinoa salad-my dinner.

Holy. Hot. Messiness.

I started cracking up and cut the awkward in the air with the acknowledgment that there was awkward in the air, “This is awkward...hahaha” (it's a tactic that usually works in my head way better than it does in practice). I'm pretty sure the man thought I was crazy (though turns out he has a thing for crazy chicks, cuz he asked for my number), but it was at this moment that I realized that my life is just an undiagnosed and (sometimes) socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.

I jumped from role to role this week/weekend trying to hold onto my sanity with white knuckles.

Let's start with the role of Health Coach:

DO news! The first DO is being done! The program has commenced (though it's not too late to sign up http://eepurl.com/imW5g :). I've gotten great feedback! It's so exciting!

People are doing the DO all over the country! New York, Georgia, Maryland, DC!! I'm a little east coast heavy, so keep up the viral spread. Tweet the DO, Facebook the DO, email the DO, drop the DO in conversation (you know what I mean...). I so appreciate any help you can offer!

Now for the role of Actress:

I had that weird show in BK. Lot's of artsy Brooklyn folk drinking beer and twirling their mustaches (facial hair is on the Hipster must-have list this season). It was probably the worst conditions to do theater I've ever experienced. We had rehearsed it as a subtly acted piece with intimate moments. And the performance ended up being in the middle of a crowd of a few hundred people in an open warehouse space. We had to scream at each other to be heard, at the same time trying not to over-act. The work sort of seemed to lose the relevance it had in rehearsals. Learn and move on. I did meet some awesome people!

At tech rehearsal. That's me in the scarf looking pissed.

Now picture this space with a mass of hipsters surrounding us.

I also began rehearsals for the upcoming show, “Jose Antigo”. We're still getting re-writes so it's hard to chomp down on the script with real fervor just yet. I do love my character, though. She's a sad product of her environment. Sassy, loud mouthed, back talking waitress with a chip on her shoulder. Somehow I find her endearing. ;)

I also shot a short film, “Especially by Fire” with some lovely people. In it I play a binging alcoholic. I spent three nights bawling my eyes out, chugging watered down coke, with my head in a toilet (that I made them bleach first. DIVA moment! ;). Moaning, gagging, yelling, deep breathing. Talk about draining! 

Screenshot from "Especially by Fire"

I am no lady in this one, my friends. Boogers, tears, matted hair. I'm pretty sure I got some good ugly-cries in there. You know, the kind with the scrunched face and the snot dribbling down the upper lip...won't be taking home Miss Photogenic for this one, folks.

Another screenshot from "Especially by Fire"

I drank all that Jameson during the shoot. ...I'm method. ;)

(Now, permit me to get all actory for a quick sec: I've had a few non-actor people (read normal) after I've explained why I'm so tired from this weekend, say to me, “That's cool, but I mean, It's not real. You're pretending.” And to that, I say this- The idea is that you go to a place in your head that elicits the response of the character. So essentially the emotions are real. The tears are real. The energy is real. If it's not real, you're a liar not an actor. And audiences can spot a liar from a mile away. See? ...and now to dismount my actor-high-horse of obnoxiousness...:)

I also found time Sunday night to get together with two great girlfriends to do our annual New Year's bucket list. On my personal list is getting organized-once and for all. You may not know this about me, but my organizational skills are sub-par. Beyond. Whiff-the-ball, roll-through-the-rough-and-land-in-a-sand-trap twice sub-par. (which, I realize would actually mean above par in golf...but whatever. You get the joke.) ...anyhow can't wait for that to start!

More rehearsals and more insanity in the coming days. A secret: I love it. Insanity looks good on me, it seems. And you better believe I'm gonna work that schizophrenia.

...Work it like I did that sexy robe in those pictures up there. ^

Eat your heart out.

Doing the Do.

And just when I thought I didn't have the Go-getter attitude I wanted to start 2012...

Currently rehearsing 4 Projects (one show is tonight!)

Cast in another show

and Started a little business

Ha! Turns out being sick in bed and canceling all obligations to the free world can make for a crazy productive and eye opening few days. As I lay in bed (between fits of coughing my face off), my brain started dwelling on Nurition School and what the hell I was going to do with that part of my life. My biggest fear all along has been that after investing so much time and energy, I would come out at the other end more lost than I was before (if that's possible). Speaking honestly, I was completely terrified.

I've had a lot of “good” ideas. But nothing that lit that fire under my ass. Nothing that got the fingers flying on the keyboard, and pushed me into action. I couldn't decide what to do. ( We all know I'm on my own time schedule in making decisions, but once I'm compelled- there is no looking back. Switch. Flipped.) And my switch, my friends? My switch has flipped.

... Thank the baby Jesus!!

I've got big plans, but I'm taking my own advice and starting small. So...Welcome to fruition: SARAH'S DAILY DO!

Here's the jam:

I realized that tons of people like the IDEA of getting healthy, but it's too overwhelming and no one knows where to start. Basically I was sick of telling everyone that asked me how to get healthy to “start small.” And so, I have created a program. Super simple. Newsletter subscription. New wellness task every two weeks. Could be nutrition, fitness, lifestyle, relationship... it's a holistic approach. Without the holistic attitude. No juice cleansing, no self hugs, no bullshit.

I break down some info for you. Share tips and tricks along the way. Favorite products, interesting articles. All written in my own style. Oh, and I'm also here via email correspondence. So it's like having me as your own motivational, though occasionally sassy and foul mouthed mini-Health Coach!!!

This is gonna be fun, folks!

But the best thing is that I think I'll be reaching people that seem to be left behind. You shouldn't have to wait for a health scare to make changes. You shouldn't have to read thousands of articles to figure out how to make those changes. And it shouldn't be a daunting task to take control of your body and your health. And holy (grass fed) cow, am I passionate about this (just ask my father. I bug the hell out of him with it...)

I seriously can't wait to (ever so gently) start nudging people in the direction of better health. AND I get to write at the same time?! Ahh!

Now here's the part I suck at. MARKETING. Oh, I can write cute catchy plays on words: Do the DO. DO it, I dare you. I wanna DO you (I could go on...) but I NEED to get the word spread. So I'm taking suggestions. Post 'em in the comments, send to me on FB, tweet 'em to me. Whatevs. Just help a sistah out.

Here's the sign up: http://eepurl.com/imW5g

Here's the FB page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sarahs-Daily-Do/245358345535194

Like me. Tweet me. Forward me. Poke me. ...wait. Don't poke me, that's weird. Share the news! I wanna spread all over the country like that gross stomach virus did last week...just...with a healthier outcome.

yay! :)

Now, in other artsier news, I have that weird show in Brooklyn tonight. Among the audience. No set. Just actors. In a crowd. Trying to put on a show. ...yeah, needless to say, I should have SOME story to tell after this evening.

I was also cast in another show coming up end February/beginning March. A director that saw me in something a while back contacted me via Facebook and offered me the part. Not bad, I would say.

I'm super excited for this month's projects mostly because all the characters I'm working on are challenging and I think I'll get to learn a lot from them. Just to give you an idea:

-Sassy figment of a playwright's mind

-Alcoholic at the end of her rope

-Bride on the verge of a breakdown

-Slutty, self involved neighbor with marriage problems

-Fed up and entitled young waitress

Anyone dealing with me in my personal life better watch out in the coming days. My brain is gonna be all over the place. I'll be lucky if I know my fanny from my face.

But, really, all good things coming at me. So far I'm liking what 2012 is bringing. Excited to make some things happen! (at this point I'd ask everyone to put their hands in the middle and say some sort of a cheer...but there is no middle, as this is a blog and people that do that are annoying. Soo...)

Anyhow, help me spread the DO and let's keep killing this new year.

Be well, my friends. :)