"A dancer and a teacher."
|Baby Syd (with Stister and Brother) with dancing and teaching dreams.|
So last year when I started living this whole real world life trying to make a career out of dancing with no place to live and only a grand in my bank account, I was really trying to figure out how to make this heah boss lady thing work. I mean, I had to work for SOMEbody to get the capital to survive... and I do. (Praise God! That job has been on lock down for about a year now.)
So I've entered Phase Two: Working for Me. Little by little, since last December really, I've been piecing it together. I tested the waters with my choreography and performances spring and early summer 2010. Then I stressed myself and my pockets out, resulting in me doing nothing (physical) this summer. Time pushed me back into everything in September, but I still didn't really know what or how I was going to do it.
Cue scene: 11 p.m. Syd on couch attempting to answer emails, schedule rehearsals, figure out how to raise money for upcoming show, find rehearsal space, write down choreography ideas, find that cd with those pictures to send the press lady, listen to voice mail when dancer decides not to come to rehearsal next day because not yet aware of rehearsal location... *
Seriously. I just cried. Trying to be Boss Lady: Artistic Director, Executive Director, Technical Director, Administrative Assistant, Costume Mistress, Publicist, Company Manager, and Development Director all at the same time was too much. Not to mention that office headquarters was my great futon. Desk? Coffee table (which also triples as a dinner table). Staff? Yeah, about that...
It was that cry though that allowed me to take ownership of the situation. It forced me to manifest that oh so quotable Jay Z line: "I'm not a business man/I'm a business, man." The NEXT day (yes that quickly) I acquired an arrangement for office space, and interviews for two interns. Today, I've got an operating administrative staff, an office space, a pro bono lawyer ready to help me choose and establish my business structure, two shows in the next month, a fund raising plan, and oh yeah, the ability to go to bed at 11 pm and dance and/or work out every day. I don't even think I ever used the word entrepreneur in a sentence referring to myself until... last night? But turns out that I am.
Could it be that dreams do come true? And that if you were born a boss, you can indeed be a boss?