When I enlisted into the Navy, I had never been more nervous in my life, but something in my gut told me that it was the right thing to do. After disobeying my mothers wishes and signing my life away for the next four years, I kept finding myself regretting my stupid decision and wishing I had taken a different path in life. Both terrifying and exhilarating, at times very challenging, and sometimes just usual routine, those four years were filled with experiences that I would never give back. After being honorably discharged and getting accepted into performing arts school, the regrets were gone.
The sun set along the horizon of the water as I drove up the pacific coast highway from San Diego to Los Angeles. My mind raced with mixed emotions of excitement for the journey to come, doubt that it was the right thing to do, and the bitter sweet feeling of all I had taken from my time in the military.
Day one of performing arts school, I remember wondering if I was making the right decision. It wasn't until my teacher asked the class to give our background stories, that I had realized I had been taking steps to make my dream a reality all along.
My first semester, I struggled with so badly wanting to do the right thing that I wasn't allowing myself to push the limits and try what may not work. David Robinette, a teacher I had at the time, who has had one the biggest impacts in my self exploration, pushed me to those limits and taught me not to be"safe" in my actions. To allow there is no right and wrong if you are being truthful in the moment. And that sometimes you have to try out the wrong to figure out the right way.