After College – Moving; Part 1

I graduated college in 1991 with a degree in International Relations, Law & Diplomacy (I know, right…?!) You’d think I’d be headed straight for a job in Washington or maybe some think tank. But, no… About half way through my Junior year at The University of Rochester I realized this was not at all what I wanted to do but, unless I wanted to spend another year in the sunless frozen tundra of upstate New York (I didn’t), I was going to have to finish my degree and get out. The truth was, I really wanted to do something in the arts and I found a tiny folder for Arts Management in the career library. From there I landed an internship to the Production Manager at Portland Stage Company, in Mai

Voices

I can hear them. I could always hear them… I just thought they were the voices in my head, or my thoughts, something… But at some level I knew the thoughts weren’t my own. Maybe I was a schizophrenic? But that didn’t seem to make sense either…My parents sent me to a psychologist but he just said I was a normal kid and told my parents I’d grow out of “it” – whatever that meant. I had told him about the voices and everything but he still said I was normal. I didn’t feel normal. I would see lights in my room, I had imaginary friends that certainly seemed 3-dimensional and real, I saw my stuffed animals come alive and play with me. And I heard the voices as if someone was speaking to me

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When you come to the edge of all the light you know,

and you are about to step off into the darkness of the
unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen:

There will be something solid to stand on

or you will be taught how to fly...

- Barbara Winter

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