Don’t even get me started on this image. It’s stupid amazing. Love it. Love everyone in it. LOVE.
Missing them like crazy.
“We’re goin’ to BROADWAY!” (Thank you Mr. Guffman)
Well not reeeeeeally, but the next best thing for sure.
A few weeks ago, I was unexpectedly contacted by the casting director of the show The Generations Project (BYU TV). I’d never heard of the show, but felt inexplicably compelled to complete the casting process to see if the producers felt I would be a fit.
Long story short, next week, I begin filming the season 3 finale of the show for BYU TV, and I’ve been granted permission to share my daily journey here as a type of precursor to the airing of the finale (somewhere around March 1, 2012). I’m excited to share special insights etc that may or may not make it into the final cut.
There are a million reasons I shouldn’t be doing this show. My life is crazy. I hardly have time to cook dinner, let alone take a week off to trot around the country filming a tv show. It’s ridiculously hard for me to leave my family for extended periods of time, and I hate how behind on life I’m going to be when I get home. BUT Richie and I discussed the decision together and felt VERY STRONGLY that for one reason or another, this is a good decision for me (and vicariously, for our family).
Admittedly, I have no idea what to expect next week. I’ve only seen one episode of the show, which I watched that at the request of the casting director AFTER already having been cast for season 3. . . I’m quite nervous and need all of your support to help me through this. (How pathetic do I sound right now? I really am being authentic in this request.)
Starting Monday morning, you can follow my journey here on the blog and via twitter, here.
I’m trying to pull together some fun ways to really involve all you loyal readers in this process, so check back Monday to see what I’ve come up with!
In the mean time, I’m busy soaking up my last couple of days here in Hawaii and attempting to keep my heart in my chest every time I even think about leaving Sunday morning. I belong here. I’m certain. Can’t wait until we’re back for good!