#BetterThanYesterday

Breathe.

These last few months have been a shit-storm of violence, bigotry, public safety uncertainty, and an overall F-ING clown filled political circus.... On BOTH sides.

Who else has walked around at one point or another feeling a sense of complete and total helplessness?

ISIS
Omran Daqneesh (Syrian boy in the ambulance).
Nice
Paris
San Bernardino
Sudan gang rapes
Orlando PULSE Nightclub shooting
Aylan 'Alan' Kurdi (young refugee boy who drowned seeking a better life)
Boko Haram
Police violence
Anti Muslim Racists
RAPE Case dismissals
Cop murders
Refugee Crisis
Climate meltdown...floods and fires.
Trump.. Hillary... Oh Lord.

Raise your hand.

Well I'm in the game of comedy... So to all the comics who have dealt with the list above and MORE the past few months and STILL managed to be FUNNY....

I STAND AND APPLAUD YOU.

Sure, I still create. I put one foot in front of the other, write, produce #DriversMeg, network, marathon train, reach out to my agent, audition-eerrr or don't... but I can't lie, I feel unsure about humor lately... about laughing. Some days I think to myself;

"How do I be funny when I feel so helpless? There is so much evil. What can one joke bring?"

Like many humans I am searching for what MORE can I do?

Eleanor Goldberg of The Huffington Post wrote a BRUTALLY honest article about TRAGEDY PORN and being overconsumed with it's graphic and terrible images yet we don't really do anything about it***

DON'T LET "THE BOY IN THE AMBULANCE" BECOME TRAGEDY PORN


Like many, in the heart of all this bewildered violence and confusion, I feel lost. I want to leave this world a better place. But how? Sell my things, join Doctor's Without Borders, and move halfway around the world to a war torn- terrorist sleeper cell country? Or maybe push even harder and use my comedy to bring laughter to those who need it?

We are in this together. I too am still searching. Until I figure out my next step I promise this...

I will do better than the day before. I will honor my path SO much that it will inspire someone else to honor their path....

And maybe, just maybe, it'll cause a ripple...

#BetterThanYesterday

Love,
Meg

P.S. Incredible political art by @Khalidalbaih
Still think refugees should be turned away?

....My heart is with you Aylan and Omran.

(***I HIGHLY recommend reading her article. I also 1000% urge you to take at least ONE of her ideas on ways to help and turn it into ACTION.)

Back to the Future Pep Talk

"If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour... you're gonna see some serious shit."

Oh hey 1955! Oh wait, are we back there?

Seriously. Worrying about restrooms, LGBT rights, guns, equal pay, women's rights. Is it 1955 or 2016? Should we start the separate water fountain thing again?

Rich white males over here. The rest of ya over there...

Someone get Marty McFly on the phone.

As a society, well, we've got to GET. IT. TOGETHER.

Life is pretttyyy, pretttyyyy.... prettyyyyy grand if we all just stop and looked around. Take a moment. Sip your Folgers coffee. Think of 5 things you are grateful for in this moment I'm pretty sure you'll let some shit go.

Also let's call a spade a spade...

HATE is usually a product of something within we don't like about ourselves.

'GREAT SCOTT!'

Ever see someone lash out because they are tired, overworked, or have too much on their plate? Yeah- these are the people who are so filled with hate. They look for someone or something else to blame because they are not where they THINK their lives should be.

And the blame-hurricane begins.

My goodness. My Guinness! I need a Guinness just to listen to all the heavy cray cray of the world.

"There's that word again: HEAVY. Why are things so heavy in the future? Is it because of the Earth's gravitational pull?"

Nope. Wrong. Sorry Charlie.

Get it together, fix what you don't like in your life, and the rest will fall into line.

Be strong. Be bold. Get your best life.

Pep talk over.

Love,
Meg

The Lion. The Coffee. The Vodka.

Lion. Protector. Grace. Vodka. Coffee. Savage.

I am a woman of faith AND I have my cards read. The Lion is my consistent theme...  I am a Lion..

When you are going through hell, no matter how positive- what mantra you try- prayer- vodka- coffee- smile- forced laughter- ... (Been there. Done that.) Fear begins to creep in. We are all human. We can't hide from it. But lions do not allow fear to last. We continue forward.

A lion fears nothing. Big. Small. Nothing. We are the protectors. We are gatekeepers. Movers and shakers. We also know there is room for all. We are all worth it. This world is ours.

To be a lion you must LIVE a lion heart.

I keep granola bars in my car for the homeless, I love and protect animals, I will adopt children. I am a WORKING actress. I believe in my talent, strength, and soul. TMI? Not for a lion. I don't mind putting my words onto a blog if I know it'll help one person find their strength. Their lion. Makes professional life creative. Personal life a little less fun... Trust me. So many woman worry about speaking their truth, being bold, successful, strong, courageous, trail blazers... because it intimidates potential suitors. IT's true. It does. Been there. Done that. Dimmed my light. Terrible idea. Stopped immediately.

Men (I'm heterosexual so I use the term 'men') are intimidated by strong bold woman. So to this I say...

Listen up, if YOUR MAN isn't YOUR BIGGEST FAN than he is NOT YOURS!

Be bold. Be mighty. Be courageous. Be authentic. GO FOR IT. Whatever that means for you... family, career, health, love, self love...GO FOR IT.

Fear will creep in either way, so will negativity, agitation, hope, faith, love, and finally SUCCESS. So go for it. DEVOUR what anyone else will think. I say this in complete disarray personally and professionally AND with massive hope & faith in my LION heart. GO. FOR. IT.

I am.

Love,
Meg

PS I write the most when I need inspiration.... so... we are all in this together.

Crash & Burn eh' Mav?

I jumped off a cliff in 2015.... I didn't fly. I didn't soar. I splat. I crashed. Burned. Broke every bone on the way down. Personally. Professionally. No parachute in site.

And that's ok.

This year literally kicked the shit out of me.

And that's ok... because I learned.

I learned I can take the hits. I learned I can fall off a cliff and crash... Get up, chin up, and jump again.

What else is life if not either mundane & boring or BAM POW WAM (Batman style) in the BEST or WORST ways possible.

And that's ok.

Well. It's almost midnight on New Years Eve and I'm no farther than I was at the beginning of 2015. Many of you may feel the same. I like to joke I could have gotten drunk everyday and slept in ... and would have produced the same results. BUT... I didn't. I took the hits... because I believe.

And that's everything.

KEEP FIGHTING WARRIORS.

You. Your Dreams. Your heart. You are worth it, and I believe in you.

2016 and Beyond

Love,
Meg

Courage of US

I am not the everyday. I battle lately the back and forth. Why am I not married, career, kids, and in a safe community of fun life? And WHERE is my career, man, kids, in LA?

I think sometimes when the "us"... the creative us.... sometimes we connect with life and empathy and worry and guilt and anger and love more than the average bear. We have lots of restless nights and internal dialogue and no regrets and this is WHY MY LIFE IS WHERE IT IS BECAUSE I LIVE WITH NO REGRETS (** That isn't a 'good' life statement by the way.)

I go back and forth... loving and confident thriving glory of comfortable in my creative yet struggling actor skin and the awkward complete paralysis of "Fuck I'm getting older and I'm poor and creative and no one see's it and will they ever and will they care and is this how the rest of my life is going to be?"

And that's my truth.

And I don't say it for "cool actor publicity" cause lets be honest I think a small handful of friends, family, and random internet sweet souls read my blogs... I say it because what if it connects to ONE person? AND I can get the creative life out? Jackpot.

Will I be poor and creatively tiny forever? Is this dream a reality or a delusion?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

To Matthew Shepard. With Love.

To Matthew,
Today, June 26th 2015, has been an historic day for our LGBT community as well as society as a whole. Legalization of marriage. In ALL STATES! And I thought of you...

I remember when the story broke (almost 20 years ago) about a young man named Matthew Shepard who was viciously murdered. I remember no one knew what a "HATE CRIME" was because it didn't exist yet. I knew I was taught to love everyone and that being Gay was OK. (I look back now and realize how fortunate I am to come from such an open minded home). But I did not grasp the magnitude of what had happened. I did not understand there was such evil in the world that could do (and would continue to do) such terrible things to another person. I remember feeling sad you died but didn't realize the impact that day you had made on me... Not until today.

I want you to know your life was not in vain. Your death, inhuman-tragic-vicious, was not in vain. Your existence was world changing.

After your death a tiny seed for CHANGE was planted in many so, so, so many peoples hearts. Folks who had never known a gay person. Folks who never understood the LGBT community upon your death, the seed was planted. People who didn't have a Gay friend, that they knew of, held the seed. And people were angry. Anger being the root of fear... Your face Matthew held such love, such care, such compassion... you were one of "us." (whatever that even meant at the time) A REAL face was given to the LGBT life, community, existence.

AND PEOPLE WERE ANGRY. THEY HAD TAKEN ONE OF "US."

You were our friends, siblings, coworkers... people who we cared for. You were everyone's friend because you could have been anyone's friend this happened to. And the seed grew.

And It grew. And it grew. Over 15 years since your death... it has continued to grow and blossom into supporters, activist, charities, LAWS, and a true fight for REAL HUMAN RIGHTS.

Wherever you are in Heaven I hope you are looking down and smiling. Nothing can bring you back but I just wanted to say YOU STILL MATTER. You always will.

Love,
Meg

So silent it's LOUD.

Queen of Sound(ness).

I read or heard (cough* overheard) somewhere that everyone has a WORD which describes them. A "true north" (I LOVE that phrase) or epitome of their soul, core, being. Basically if you had 1 word to describe you, what would it be? **Seriously. Leave feedback. What's your word? I'd love to know.

I became FIXATED on knowing my word. Studied and googled and looked up hundreds of words.. and I found mine. Or it found me.

Sound(ness):

Queen of Soundness. (Duh. Of course I added 'Queen') So I did some digging. I'll keep it short and hit you with the main points (trust me it all adds up in the end).

"...Free from defect, disease; in good condition. Healthy, a sound heart & mind. No defect as to truth, justice, wisdom, or reason: Sound Advice..."

My world is chaotic. Always has been, and as I've made peace with, always will be. Lately though... I've been tossing and turning (not my style) with what every actor and (or) working HUMAN who dreams of something more... SOMETHING MORE (I am both) WHERE ARE MY DREAMS?! I work hard, take care of my body, am fearless -bold in my craft and pursuit of a creative AND business endeavors. A life. I even try dating in LA... ok. That is a stretch. I have gone on dates. And I think, "It is happening. BE BOLDER. KEEP REACHING." Whenever I want to quit a feeling-a voice-God-Guardian Angel QUIETLY SHOUTS-- DON'T GIVE UP. IT'S COMING. IT'S COMING. So I work. Work.

 

"...Competent, sensible, or valid: sound judgment."

 

Sometimes I don't know if my consistency, drive, and hard work is genuinely getting me somewhere (ala my dreams) or if I'm just...

"...following in a systematic pattern without any apparent defect in logic: sound reasoning."

 

The unknown. The vast unknown. I hate the unknown. It's starting to drive me crazy. I'm a "Plan" kind of a girl. I'm pretty flexible with details but I've big dreams and have been wondering lately where they are. You know, creative vitality, business woman, wife, mother, Cleveland heart.

"Financially strong, secure, or reliable: a sound business; sound investments."

Everything feels so much harder in LA. It's not a complaint. It's just the vibe. No one wants to connect...And those that do are so afraid of the rejection because of lifestyle out here, we don't really show each other our true "word."

"...of substantial or enduring character: sound moral values."

But what happens when that is all I want to do?