Professional shot February 2012

Professional shot untouched

Timing and Fate

I’m guided by my intution for the most part, my gutt feeling, call it what you will and although I need to take a few calculated risks regarding my acting career this year it feels like I should be focusing on comedy and writing for now whilst saving up for my trip of a lifetime as I call it.

It’s tempting to see a psychic again just for some clarification about my career, when is it safe to not have a day job when I’m so used to having one mostly for the money and security. 

I know that if I let go and let a higher power take care of the big stuff I can just work on the small goals and plod along though I wish I could do more.

I saw a psychic last year and she told me the same thing over and over like a broken record, ”you have to wait, be patient, just wait!” this was in regards to my career and my love life. 

I like to have some control of my life and where it’s going and I manage this with maintaining my weight loss, saving for my travels, general health, posting my own comedy videos to you tube from time to time, writing occassionally but I feel I should be able to do more but something is missing. 

Maybe the psychic is right maybe she is wrong, only time will tell, it’s all fate right?

Social Networking etc

So I’m new to tumblr. I had heard of it before and after checking out a friend’s profile and it’s refreshing to find an artistic social networking site.

I will dedicate my tumblr. to expressing my opinions, artistic and otherwise. 

Jazz

Definition of Success

Success

To laugh often and much;
to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;
to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.This is to have succeeded

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

One of my late Grandfather’s original pieces

The Madonna - Edvard Munch

The Madonna - Edvard Munch

was walking along a path with two friends—mumble the sun was setting—suddenly the sky turned blood red—I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence—there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city—my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety—and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.
—Edvard Munch

was walking along a path with two friends—mumble the sun was setting—suddenly the sky turned blood red—I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence—there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city—my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety—and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.

—Edvard Munch