Tonight, I sat on my couch and watched Hillary Clinton tell her "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pantsuits" as best she could, to support President Obama at the Democratic National Convention. It was a rather convincing speech. While emphasizing the necessity of the Democratic party to unite, if for no other reason than to put a Democrat in office, she also touched upon the triumphs through adversity that have made it possible for her to stand where she was standing, and President Obama to be where he will be standing in just a couple of days.
While her exact words escape me at the moment, it was certainly a message I needed to hear after a long day dealing with my own adversity. The short of it is, once again I was not cast in a major production of the Iowa dance department. While I am never so full of myself and presumptuous to think that I am so fabulous that I must be cast, I do know that I am good enough, and certainly deserving enough to be a definite cast member in one of this school's dance concerts. Yet, the news that I was only being cast as an understudy for one of the work's came as a blow to my ego after an audition last night in which my dancing was repeatedly referred to as "Gorgeous!" and "Fierce!"
After going an entire year without performing, I finally decided to raise hell, and who knows what benefits, if any, that will bring. Really, at this point, my only solace is knowing that nobody who's ever really done anything spectacular has gotten there with ease. So I'm taking a lesson from our soon-to-be first Black president. I have no choice but to be on my A++ game at all times; simply put, I'm gonna be the best damn understudy they ever saw.
This is just a stepping stone...