Trust does not come easy for me at all. In honor of the masterpiece of Lemonade coming out last week I am including Beyonce’s rendition of the Etta James’ classic, “Trust in Me” to this post because it is apropos to the topic of this entry. “Trust in me in all you do...have the faith I have in you…”
At the risk of sounding somber or negative, I will admit that there are only a handful of people I trust. And the other night in acting class I realized that I wasn’t on that list.
It was a breakthrough of sorts. Daily I put in the work and imaginative creation as required of an actor, and when called to have the conversation in the story I force emotions and feelings that I think that I should be displaying. It’s as if I don’t trust myself and my creation to be present in the story, instead I push my actor agenda onto it.
The other night I allowed myself to be receptive to the experience, I finally trusted the work I created. The result was me letting go of being an actor and being a truthful storyteller in that moment. It was breakthrough in me learning to have “Trust in Me.”
At the risk of sounding somber or negative, I will admit that there are only a handful of people I trust. And the other night in acting class I realized that I wasn’t on that list.
It was a breakthrough of sorts. Daily I put in the work and imaginative creation as required of an actor, and when called to have the conversation in the story I force emotions and feelings that I think that I should be displaying. It’s as if I don’t trust myself and my creation to be present in the story, instead I push my actor agenda onto it.
The other night I allowed myself to be receptive to the experience, I finally trusted the work I created. The result was me letting go of being an actor and being a truthful storyteller in that moment. It was breakthrough in me learning to have “Trust in Me.”
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