I received questions before, during and after the conference. I will definitely give a recap of some sort. First let’s address the elephant and the event. Which is that I don’t look like — what I call — the prototype blogger. There is a formula that’s working for successful bloggers and it begins with physical appearance. I’m not the height, not the weight, not the skin color, not the hair length, not the hair texture that we see of the ‘big time’ bloggers with tens of thousands and even hundreds of thousands of followers. When I accepted the invitation to go and signed up, I did it with the intent to go and learn, pushing all of the “nots” out of my head.
As it got closer to the event, I started questioning why I’d even bothered. Why was I invited? Why would vendors would want to meet me? What do I have to offer? — given that having a low number of (visible) followers equates to low influence in the eyes of those who create collaborations.
I had to wrangle my thoughts before and during the first two days of the experience. I relied heavily on George, my best friend and my cousin to ensure that I pushed aside the fear and focused on my original intent, which was to go and learn. Thankfully, always in my backbone is my years of experience in acting.
On spring day in 2009, my agent called and said I had an audition to be a hand model. Hand model!? I thought, starting to get a little cranky, but didn’t say that out loud. You see, when I get an audition, I immediately start deciding whether I’m a fit for the part and/or what my odds are of booking it. The absolute wrong thoughts to have because I’m not the casting director, the client or the ad agency. I don’t make the decisions. My first job is booked: show up for the call. But my fearful mind is thinks about the fact that between gas, parking and toll, it costs me anywhere from $10 – $25 to “show up.” And with unpretty hands, I thought it would be an embarrassing waste of time.
I went to that audition. I showed my hands on camera and answered whatever questions they asked. I booked the job. A national commercial! (this is a feat, y’all). After I shot the job, I read for the voiceover and they booked me for that, too. The contract went for a few years. At some point, I was called in to re-do the voiceover so that it reflected more accurate information. That contract was fulfilled and a few months ago they called my agent to negotiate re-use. The commercial has had ‘legs’ from 2009 all the way to 2015. Like, I got pregnant, had a baby and she’s now 3.5 — all that and more since I worked it. The commercial ran again this late winter, early spring. I won’t share the company just because I want the spot to live without my backstory attached to it. Trust that you all know the brand and know it very, very well.
I’m dropping a video of George Clooney here because he’s a beautiful person and I’ve heard him share this message before. As an actor, I try to remember it as often as I can. And I hope that some of you will take it to heart no matter what your occupation. Many times we have nothing to lose. And so much to gain.
“Actors are always coming from a place of fear.”
Although I’ve learned many lessons that have told me to just show up because you never know, I still get psyched out. I just had a conversation with my one of my agents a couple weeks ago and she told me — just go. Just always go to the audition. Sometimes I remember without a problem and sometimes I need to be reminded. Listen people. If you don’t show up, you can’t win/get/receive the goodies that are waiting for you.
I’m so glad I went to rStheCon. I had a real, tangible, mental shift. I feel 100x more clear about who I am as a blogger, what I have to offer, what my goals are with combining blogging + acting, and ideas about how I’ll achieve them. Things rarely go how we plan. If we’re open, they usually go much better than the biggest dreams our little mind can create.
My daughter just woke up and is calling for me right now. The additional message? She keeps yelling that she has a huuuge, giant booty. Yep. I gotta go see what that’s all about. Coming back to clarify => she loves the word booty. It has nothing to do with body image. She loves the sound of the word and says it as often as possible. I forgot we didn’t discuss that fact here and was part of a conversation I had on Facebook.
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