He’s Got Betty Davis Eyes
When
I was an actor in NYC, about 25 years ago, I steadily looked for an agent. At
one point, I had an interview with a very high profile agency. I was excited
about it. I wore my blue contact lenses. I have brown eyes, but the blue eyes
made me look exotically different and I wanted an edge—like Barbara Streisand
putting her bubble gum on the chair before she sang for her first big audition.
I
noticed the woman interviewing me kept staring. “Great eyes,” she finally said.
She
wasn’t the first or the last person who was completely enamored by my blue eyes
on this very dark Italian man. At that time, colored contact lenses were a rare
novelty, and most people didn’t even think to suspect they weren’t my real
color. It was fun to not be me for a while.
Then
I got cast in a show where I was supposed to be the male ingénue. The director
wanted me to dye my hair blonde. Now I had blonde hair and blue eyes. And when
I shaved my face really closely, I actually resembled someone I always wanted
to be—an All American Boy. I even went so far as to get my hair straightened
too, so that it would lay flat, and my long bangs would sweep back like the
surfer dudes on the beach. I was kind of buff back then too. I turned some
heads.
I
was young and impressionable. I wanted to be everyone and anyone but myself,
actually. I really didn’t like me. I think that is why I chose acting as my
first career. I wanted to escape into all of these interesting and different
characters to avoid dealing with me then get rewarded for my clever disguise by
all the clapping and ovations. It was the perfect diversion for a person with
bad self-esteem.
I
actually left my acting career to become a minister, because what shows your
truest colors more than being a minister? Right? You have to be everything
everyone wants you to be and live up to a standard that no human being can
possibly live up to.
When
that didn’t work, I decided on a combination of the two professions: a
Christian Contemporary singer. I could sing and minister at the same time and
pretend I wasn’t gay. Oops. Did I say that out loud. Another choice that really
sucked.
But
at each turn in the road, spirit kept showing me that the path I was following
was only leading me further away from my true Self. When I finally relinquished
the fight and set the standard of authenticity, I began to find my true
calling.
You
see, life isn’t about avoiding what you don’t like about yourself. It is
exactly the opposite. Life is about facing your obstacles head on and finding
the pathway to peace and victory.
When
I decided to seek authenticity, I learned that my true calling was right in
front of me. It was leading people off of untrue paths and into true inner
peace and power. That’s what a life coach does. We use spirituality and
psychological tools to turn your negative choices into positive, powerful new
choices. Then as an accredited Hypnotherapist, I can also help improve the
brain synapses to respond to the high calling of your true self from the inside
out. I love what I do.
When
I look back on my old life and compare it to what I do now, I can’t imagine how
I survived. I do miss singing and dancing and acting sometimes. Periodically,
I’ll do a show that really speaks to me, but not often. But I do shows for fun
now and to express the true emotions of my soul, not to get applause or
recognition.
I
could really care less about what people think… and not in a mean, arrogant
way. I can only live by One Master. Trust me, it’s not the people telling me
what their opinions are. It’s what God dictates to my heart.
In
saying that, I realize that there is room for error even in that decision. But
it is my path, and if I’m true to my calling, any error I make on my path will
be shown to me. If I’m not self-centered, I’ll discover the error. In my time
and in my own ways, I’ll do better and change for my own personal growth.
If
you’re struggling with self-esteem issues, now is your chance to uncover your
truth and look deeply into your soul for your truest passions and dreams. If
something like a tainted past is holding you back, by all means, find some
help. I went to therapy for ten years. That’s right. Ten years. And I still
take an antidepressant. There is nothing wrong with working on your self. And
even better discovering if there is something chemically wrong, fixing the
problem. Don’t be afraid of change.
Life
is change! Betty Davis would be proud. And so will I.
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