Lucky Lady

The end of the year is always a good time for reminiscing. And I want to take a moment to reminisce about how lucky I am to have the friends I do in my world.

For the past year, I’ve been better about keeping a journal more than I ever have in my life. It chronicles the day’s adventures. It chronicles my career progression. But it also chronicles the friends I’m lucky enough to have in my circles. And damn. They are some kick ass friends.

I’m not a native of Los Angeles, so my friends out here are my chosen family. And I gotta say- I’m lucky to have chosen and be chosen by them. I get to hang with some of the funniest, most supportive, nicest, and most entertaining and interesting people in the universe. I am constantly in awe of how lucky I am.

And outside of LA, I have a beautiful network of people who are extremely supportive and loving and hilarious and inspirational and interesting. And I’m so grateful. Like, so so so grateful.

How lucky can one girl get, really?

It’s funny. When I first starting pursuing my career goals hard after college, a part of me started seeing some of my peers ascending and progressing much faster than me to national and international stages. And I was happy for them. But there was this part of me that was frustrated and jealous every time they achieved and I didn’t.

I don’t know if its perspective or age or maturity or what… but I can honestly say that’s no longer the case. Now, I’m so proud of and excited for all my friends that when someone does something spectacular- I’m almost more excited than they are for it. It feels like such a better headspace to be in, too. It’s more natural and creates more enthusiasm and light for everyone.

My one friend has a web series that is being featured all over with hundreds of thousands of views. He is killing it. And I couldn’t be more proud.

Another friend is in a major holiday production at a theater in town. She’s hilarious and will annihilate the role and hopefully get huge gigs out of it. Because she absolutely deserves it. And I couldn’t be more proud.

Another friend of mine has a series on Comedy Central she wrote for premiering. WHAT? That’s so freaking awesome. I’m so excited for her.

One of my friends has become a legitimate rockstar. I was there for his solo piano shows in coffee shops just before he formed this band. Now I hear him on the radio, in Trader Joes and at the gym. He opened for a huge rockstar last summer. Because he’s a rockstar himself. And if you know me, you know I still freak out and giggle profusely every time I hear his song.

Have I mentioned I’m so freaking proud of these people? And these are just a few. The list goes on and one and on.

All of these are a reminder that dreams come true.

And that a rising tide raises all ships.

So if you’re reading this and you’re working hard to accomplish your dream, I’m so freakin proud of you. And if you’re one of the people I’m lucky enough to have in my inner circle and consider a friend, please know that I am so grateful to have to you around.

Like, fo realz.

 

 

 

After purchasing her first Miley Cyrus song, woman dies a little inside

Though there was a part of Paula Frenner that knew it would be inevitable to hold off from some day purchasing a song by the Hannah Montana star she loathed, but she had no idea the day would come so soon.

The sun shone brightly on that Spring day as Frenner scrambled to put together a presentation for the next day’s board meeting. In her presentation, she was to show she was still connected to youth culture-specifically young girls. In this interactive presentation, she needed a song to seem connected…and she knew turned to the dark side.

“I didn’t know where else to turn,” Frenner explains, almost crying. “I knew Miley Cyrus would make me seem hip and cool…but…” Frenner began to trail off, seemingly lost in her own sorrow.

The song, “Rockstar” by Cyrus, cost Frenner $1.29. Monetarily, it was not a huge hit. Her soul and dignity, however, continue to struggle with the decision.

“I feel like a part of me, the feisty flame I often felt when looking down upon fans of the untalented entertainer, has extinguished,” she explains. “I just don’t know where to go from here.”

Frenner claims the board presentation went well, and her managers seemed impressed. Nobody, however, commented on her song choice which has made her since wonder if they even noticed and if she could have saved herself the trouble. It’s a thought that she has to immediate dismiss as soon as it arises because it keeps her from sleeping at night.