002. A year from now, where will we be?

Do you ever just wake up, walk through the steps of your day and wonder how on earth you got to that point? Whether good or bad, just looking around at what surrounds you and thinking, "is this really my life?"

I still remember the way it felt walking into the Greek Theatre last year, just a little bit later in the month of October then it is now. Walking around in my Halloween dress, being cold, but unwilling to put a jacket on since our outfits were covered with fake blood and I didn't want it on my jackets. Stepping in to the longest bathroom I've ever been in, trying to wash the fake blood off (but sort of sickly enjoying looking like a bloody mess). Watching the crew run around during the set, making sure everything was happening properly, everyone was where they needed to be seated. I remember recognizing a production guy I had worked with earlier in the year, and wanting to say something, ask how he'd been, but being too far away to say anything, and not being entirely sure he remembered me. I remember looking at everything and being so amazed at it all. It was such an amazing production, an amazing show, and I wanted to be apart of it. I remember trying to figure out how I was going to accomplish what it was that I wanted to do, how I could possibly get my foot in the door. It seemed like such a big world away from everything that I had witnessed so far, and I didn't know how I could possibly get in to the mix.

Now here we are, almost exactly a year later. And I'm walking through the same gates that I did a year earlier, entering the same bathroom and still being amazed at the size. I'm looking at my name listed under the talent department on the staff list-- proof that I'm actually apart of the production. My name is still pretty far down on the ladder, but it doesn't matter, because there's nowhere to go but up. I even managed to score two tickets to the event that I can give to my friends, so they can come see what I've been working on. And now I'm watching the stage being built quickly, the changes in the decorations from the year before, staring up at all the empty seats waiting to fill with this years audience. I stare at the same seat that I sat in last year, watching the show take place. And I realize: somehow, someway, I found myself here. Somehow, I did it. I worked my ass off, and I accomplished this.

I still can't believe I'm here sometimes. It's a really, really good feeling.

I can only imagine what the next year will bring me, and where I'll be a year from now.