Hollywood is Real

Everyone thinks all that exists in Hollywood is fake.  This is the actors, the people, the stories, sets, mindsets, and everything in between.  Yet, it was in Hollywood that I have met some of my longest standing friendships, and for most of them, they have been on Hollywood sets.

Years ago, I was an extra on television shows, movies, and music videos.  This was a flexible part time job that was complimentary to my full time life as a graduate student.  Generally I worked 1-2 times per week on anything from shows like E.R., Felicity, or Friends to an Olsen twins movie or a Steven Spielberg film.  I never made the Screen Actors Guild Union, and therefore was non-union and paid minimum wage.  At that time, I believe it equated to $50 for 8 hours of work.  Anything beyond that was over time, double time or triple time.  But I didn’t do this for the money, or any type of exposure.  I wasn’t planning to go into film or any aspect of this realm.  I did this for the experience.  Yes, part of what pulled me to this was the intrigue of working side by side by those I admired.  We were ”background”, this is what we were called background performers and were literally moving background pieces of a scene.  Yet, I also did extra work to meet other people.  I was new to the city, and wanted a chance to connect with others.  This was before the age of social media and smart phones, we met people the old fashioned way IRL, in real life. 

Although we didn’t get paid well, there were benefits to doing extra work.  This included generally getting free meals and snacks, but also loads of free time.  I used this strategically as opportunities to read and study for graduate school classes, nap, and also get to know other people who were my age.  The most fascinating thing is some of these people I met during those days are still in my life today.  It’s been over 20 years from the time I met them and we are still friends.  Some of the people who have remained in my life have been met through the friends I connected with as an extra.  

It’s interesting to create bonds over fantasy world.  For example, one of my closest friends Isabella, we met on the set of a short lived show called Freakylinks, starring Ethan Embry.  The Assistant Director told us to be best friends, we had bookbags on and were in the scenes of a school hallway.  Little did he know we would stay friends for years after and travel the world together. 

That period of time was fascinating, it was a surreal double or triple life I led.  I was a graduate student, an extra for Hollywood films, and an intern at various sites.  These included a female correctional facility, working with foster children in Compton, or a female private catholic college.  I guess we all live multiple lives, we play different roles.  We are all  background actors in numerous people’s lives, play supportive cast in others, and hopefully take the lead role in our own lives. 

 What type of roles are you playing now?  What does the set look like? Who are the cast of characters that fill your life?  What genre is your life replicating and do you like it?  If not, what genre would it be if you could change it? 

Tiny Rewards

            I have to admit cleaning is not my favorite activity.  I’ve dreaded this over the years, and it stemmed from parents who also hated cleaning.  But it’s a necessity of life, and I have learned to pair it with something I enjoy.  Lattes! Oftentimes, I will reward myself for doing mundane duties with a large caramel machiatto from Starbucks.  I definitely appreciate the local cafes, and lounging in cafes for hours as I write.  This happens often during the week, as I meet with acquaintances or friends.  But I admit, Starbucks lattes in my take-away cups are quite large and take me a long time  to drink.  Therefore, the pleasure can last for even more hours as I take it home and engage in such tasks as laundry, dusting, and scrubbing.  

            When I lived in Paris last year, I had to go to the laundromat to deal with my dirty clothes on a bi-weekly basis.  I carried my laundry one block in a rollie bag and large laundry sack.  As I waited for these clothes to wash. Starbucks time.  And as I write this: one friend has left my home after visiting for 10 days and it’s my time to clean the sheets and the house before the next one visits for 10 days… Well it’s Starbucks time.  

This act is more than a reward, it’s a form of self-compassion and kindness. It’s as if I am giving myself a gold star for doing my homework and can redeem several stars for one treat.  I am the student and the teacher in this scenario.  I do the hard work but also give out the reward.  It’s served me well the past several years.  It may seem ridiculous, but it’s worked.

            Bella sits on my lap as we lounge upstairs overlooking the fountain in Plaza de Constitution in Malaga.  The breeze comes in, music plays, tourist pop in and out. And I know these moments of tranquil writing time and caffeine will feed the hours of cleaning that will proceed this afternoon and evening.  

            How do you reward yourself for the tiny chores that you do in your daily life? 

Muses, Strangers, and Artist Dates

Years ago I yearned to be a muse for artists, perhaps this is why I fell for artistic individuals.  It didn’t matter if they were painters, writers, or musicians, if they had artistic ability, I was interested.  I then began to learn to deepen my own creativity and explore the beauty that existed within.  

Numerous paths to art entered my world, such as various forms of dance, writing, collage art, and even the way I chose to dress.  With time, I even became a creativity coach to help bring this out in others.  I embraced the phrase Frida Kahlo used as an anthem “I am my own muse.”  I even got the word “muse” tattooed on my body, as a reminder that I can be my own muse.

            And this past week, unknowingly I was one.

            After eating lunch at a restaurant in Granada, a woman waved me over.  I had noted she had a sketch pad earlier in the hour, but I didn’t think anything of it.  She proceeded to show me the drawings she created of me, as I was talking with my friend.  I snapped these two photos to capture the moment, and was honored. 

She was a fellow tourist, from the UK, exploring Andalucia with her husband.  For a moment, she chose to have an artist date, and offered to show me what she completed.  We shared brief life bios, and went on about our days.  It was a brief but heart warming exchange.  

These sometimes serve as the most fascinating parts of travel, happenstance occurrences with strangers.  We could impact each other through philosophical conversations, travel tip assistance, or physically helping another with their luggage.  Energy is mutually exchanged.  Who knows, you may even sometimes serve as another’s muse.  

Lessons In The Market

            One thing I have appreciated about living in Europe is going to local markets, particularly when the crowds are quiet and the selections are abundant.  Yet this week, I went on Saturday midday.  On Saturdays, Atarazana market in Malaga is filled with of tourists and family members buying produce for the week.  As usual, my favorite stall was full, but I quietly waited my turn in line.  When my turn arose, an elder Spanish lady began saying she was before me “Soy proxima.”  “I am next,” she said.  But both stall workers and me knew this wasn’t the truth.  I acted like I didn’t understand what she was saying.  I didn’t want to get an attitude or did not have the energy to correct her in Spanish.   She complained about me to the other people in line.  She continued to complain to the stall owner, repeating his name and saying in Spanish how he is wrong and she was next.

   There were many ways he could have reacted.  He could have caved to her, as she was probably a more frequent customer than me.  She had probably been buying him for years, versus months.  He could have argued back with her, using anger against anger.  Instead he chose an unthinkable action.  He laughed it off, he showed he could win this argument with his jolly nature versus unkind words.  He chose to smile instead of sneer.

            As I left the scene of the crime, I realized I too had a choice in this moment.  I could carry the hostility she threw my way.  I could react with frustration at the next person I interacted with.  I could ruminate on the frustration of being right, but the fact she still continued to complain about me.  I could have exacerbated this issue and generalized how she acted towards me was how all Spanish people behaved.  I could have allowed this moment to turn towards enlivening hatred at the experience of being a foreigner living in Spain.  

But I chose to live in the way of that jolly food stall owner.  I shrugged it off.  I admit it wasn’t with enough levity as he did.  But if he could let it go, so could I.  We are often given examples of negative ways in how to act, negativity is contagious.  But so is kindness.  This is the reason I created this blog years ago.  It only takes a smile, kindness can be just as contagious as negative vibes.  I want to emphasize it’s important to witness and catch the moments we go against these tendencies, and shift towards the opportunity of reframe.  Teachable opportunities are available for us, if we are willing to humble ourselves, reframe, and learn, even from the local market stall owner.  Gracias 