escaping myself.

All I want is a simple life, with simple pleasures. Being able to spend everyday with someone who truly loves me. Enjoying the simple things in life – the beautiful outdoors, good food, lovely music.

Yet I chose, arguably, one of the most complicated careers – being a performing artist. And I’m addicted to being other people, fitting into different lives, different stories. So much so that I don’t feel comfortable in my own skin.

Or maybe I’ve felt this way all along. I’ve never really understood myself, what I love, what I enjoy. I become someone else to escape myself. I understand the characters I become so well – their motivations, their lives, their backgrounds, their life choices. So much better than I understand myself.

Ironic, isn’t it?

I’ve got several goals in mind for the coming year & I’m determined to complete them this time. Recording my singing demo & to improve my singing. Seriously dedicating time to learn dance – hip hop, MTV, street jazz, contemporary. Taking up yoga. Re-learning judo. Achieve fitness goals by toning my body & losing weight. All these goals are more to improve my self-image, and to spend time with myself, to understand myself.

I’m complicated. But so is everyone else.