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From the heart of the GCP Writer’s Group President. 

Written shortly after Friday, April 13th. 

It’s just absolutely crazy to even think about how our brand new writer’s group just finished our first ever performance on Friday. A dream of mine that’s been in the making for years. A dream that I never, ever thought I would ever get to accomplish.

And, I’ll forever be amazed at how [we] have a ‘things happen for a reason’ story behind how our group was formed. I will never stop mentioning it. I don’t really want to think about what would have happened if Patrick didn’t offer that one-act writing class, in return, then we wouldn’t have even been out to eat together discussing what a shame it is that it’s over….which is the very conversation that started the future of our writer’s group. It’s just still so unbelievable.

Looking at my original proposal to the board, I pretty much stuck to it with the exception of a few things because I ended up having to just go with the flow of the group to kind of see where things would be going. That’s why the first show was called “The Experiment” — literally, it was. I had an idea but didn’t know how that idea was actually going to work.

I also had in my mind how each meeting would go and how our first show would go. I will be quite honest, when I had several who said yes they were interested in joining the group from the original class, but didn’t end up joining… I was at a certain level of disappointment. And there were times when there was only up to three of us (due to other obligations, sickness, etc). That was a scary moment for me because I was wondering if I should just let it go if that was the way it was going to be… but then, something magical happened the last few weeks and everyone started showing up or we added members.

Two Sundays before our evening performance, I asked everyone if they could bring their work in so we can time everything as we read through it. When the meeting was over, I was amazed, and proud, because we were actually going to have a full program. I couldn’t believe it. It was really going to happen.

Many weeks ago I started planning party details in my head. I wanted to do a lot… and some of those ideas were so very unnecessary for the first show, so I scaled back… and scaled back my ideas some more… and changed some things, and worked on really knowing what exactly I wanted.. and what I wanted I did do for our night… but everything—and I mean everything—turned out so much better than I could have ever imagined. It was perfect. I couldn’t have asked for anything better for our first show.

SHOWTIME

For weeks, I was ridiculously nervous about the show approaching. I mean, this was the first ever that could make or break the program that I wanted to keep going in our theater. I wanted it to work. That last rehearsal was stressful: we worked on time, I cut some of the original work I was going to do and switched it around, and still had one thousand things left to do. My blood pressure was sky-high.

Since I was still running around until the last minute, I had to get dressed at the theater. That was a first for me, because since I haven’t acted there yet, I didn’t know what it was to have to change into performance clothing… and well, I got a quiet moment to experience that.

Everyone from the group showed up around 6pm and they focused on getting the food and chairs set up. It wasn’t until people started coming in the door early and then two mentions of “WE NEED MORE CHAIRS” — that’s the moment I looked up and realized… we were going to be okay, and I took a deep breath… just knowing… we were really truly about to put on a show… and all of my butterflies went away and the stage was mine when it was mine.

I never got to finish what I was trying to say above, but I think that’s all I really needed to say, anyway. Yesterday (Sunday May 6th) we (GCP Writer’s Group) had our first meeting back after taking 3 weeks off. Some of the original members and attendees were there, and so I asked them what was a success and what we could do better… there wasn’t much to add to ‘better’ other than let’s improve on the lights, have a tech rehearsal or a couple of rehearsals beforehand. And the major success was…. people really did show up and even though this was my first show it didn’t look like it. I am so happy. I still smile then tear up just thinking about it. I still can’t believe it actually happened. A major dream of mine was checked off. Pinch me?

My group is growing and so are my ideas. I have so many ideas that I know I need to keep it toned back until we get stabilized enough that we can do some crazy things. All in due time, though. I am so happy with all of the writers who joined the first semester and I am so happy to have them and newer members joining me for this next semester.

Trial and error will be our teacher…and I am so looking forward to our next masterpiece.

My first Synagogue experience at Temple Sinai in Sarasota.

It is completely normal for me to double, triple, quadruple up on events or plans when I go out of town, especially if I haven’t been out of town for a while. This trip was no different. Since I was going to be in Sarasota for the boat show Friday during the day, I decided I should see what synagogues are down there so I can attend Friday Shabbat. I picked Temple Sinai and I’m 100% certain that I made the right choice for my very first experience.

I have been to every single church service you can imagine… Free Methodist, Baptist, Pilgrim Holiness, Pentecostal, Catholic and who knows what else plus all some holidays spent at the services…. but this was my first time ever stepping foot inside a temple/synagogue. It was breathtaking. Of course, we live in the 21st century where we have millions of photos and videos at the tap of a finger, but absolutely nothing compares to walking inside of one. Being there physically, mentally.

Everyone welcomed me with open arms. I was so happy to be greeted with so much love and kindness, and by SO MANY OF THEM …. at the same time… asking all of the questions! But, it was lovely, and my Friday night was certain made.

The service I attended wasn’t a normal one—the night was basically dedicated to the teachers there at the temple as it was a teacher/staff appreciation. But that’s okay, because it reminded me how much I miss all of my teachers and how much I used to shower them with ‘Happy Teacher Appreciation Day/Week’ emails way back when.

Temple Sinai’s service included a lot of singing… which I absolutely love. I recognized the phrase “Baruch atah, Adonai” that I hear a lot from Central Synagogue’s services when I watch/listen to them online.

It is often scary and awkward to be the only one in a large place that doesn’t know the language that the group is speaking/singing. However, that wasn’t the case for me that night, even though I didn’t know any Hebrew (other than those few recognized words). My feeling was more of a… wow, I can’t wait until I can learn the language so I can join in. “I wonder when and how fast and what I need to do to learn?” That was one of my moments on how I knew I am on the right path. Pure bliss… I tell you. I’m sure it’ll be like when I first had to start reading Latin for choir… that I still know how to read to this day, and I often (silently) thank my choir teacher for making us learn those massive masses. But I digress.

Overall, I can’t express my gratitude enough for them welcoming me in their Temple and making me feel completely at home. Literally. I absolutely love Temple Sinai. I am hoping to make it back at least once a month if not once every two months to attend Friday Shabbat. I mean Sarasota isn’t too far away if you really look at it, and I enjoy the place… so why not??

A welcoming back sort of entry & my first marine industry association meeting.

Oh. My. Goodness. Hi Everyone! I’ve missed all of you while I’ve been away. So what’s up with me? Well, the reason I’ve been MIA is because in my personal life I have the theatre world and I have been insanely busy with that. In February, I was stage managing four different productions at one time while working full time, as well as creating this fabulous new writer’s group for my local theatre, and running a couple of other projects as well. My writer’s group performance is coming up Friday April 13th, and I am super excited to share with the public what talent we have. All 4 of the plays that I was stage managing are now over, and I am just focused on my writer’s group for a while, until the Summer One Acts start up in the middle of summer.

Because I have so much passion for this industry and the theatre, I am still fighting with how I’m going to manage both of them considering both take so much time, energy, dedication… and worst of all, most all of the dates coincide with one another usually during the international shows. I have not been able to travel for a while, and I really miss that. However, things are kind of falling into place…. so I guess what I really needed was to just let go and give it time and patience and… well… now it’s happening. So, we’ll see.

The last real boat show I attended was the St Pete Show back in December with the guys I work with (that was also my last entry on here), and then I just went for an hour or so to the Tampa Fairgrounds show back in March of this year. Not much to report there.

Also, this week, it has been exactly one year since I left Thunder. I can’t believe it. I miss my family like crazy but I’m in a completely different place now in life and work itself. I remember discussing my needs and wants with them as we said goodbye… and one year later, the universe has literally aligned to give me what I truly needed, which is what I have right now and moving forward. I’m crazy blessed and happy.

SO TODAY….. Marked a brand new milestone. I attended my first ever marine industry association. 

Before I go on, let me fill you in… a while back towards the end of last year, my guys at work and I were looking for an association for the Tampa Bay area by my own request. I couldn’t find anything, and it wasn’t until recently I was talking to Mike from The Mariner that I found out WE DO have an association for the area!!! OH MY. So I looked into it…. and found out that it’s hosted by the Southwest Florida Marine Industries Association.

My first marine industry association experience: it was surreal. 

Last year or the year before, I was only dreaming of joining… and now… I have, and it was really real… that I was sitting in a room full of industry professionals. Also, crazy, and amazing. Amazingly crazy.

They had a list of topics they were discussing and nearly every. single. one. of. them. were topics of things I wanted to help the industry become better at or fix!!!! I was like, ‘whoa… is this really happening?’ Yep. Totally meant for me to be there today, because IT WAS LITERALLY LIKE READING FROM MY VERY OWN LIST THAT I CREATED A YEAR AGO that I just kind of gave up in my old life, as things started changing for me. You know what they say… that butterfly theory – if you let it go and it comes back to you – it was meant to be yours after all. And so. We start there.

I signed my company up for a membership, and I am planning on getting involved in whatever realms I can for the time being. I have a lot of ideas on how I know can help (or want to help) and hopefully fill in some of their empty spots of needing someone to do that. Being there today completely meant everything to me because it has turned my world around… and I have felt more BSG than I have in a long time.

This is a new chapter for BSG, and I can’t wait to see what happens next.

Love you guys!
Until next time, Karen Maeby the Boat Show Girl

The Very Beginning of my journey to Judaism.

The Very Beginning

Nearly every single day of my 31 years of being an old soul on this Earth:
I have been searching endlessly for what my heart wants,
where my soul belongs, and what my life’s purpose really is.
Reading and questioning everything. Why this, why that? What if this, what if that?
I’ve created this realm of philosophical thoughts that led me
to wondering why this often ignited flame inside me dies out?

I am in a much different place than where I was born..…
I broke away from those roots at 21 with a different mindset
by walking down the road less traveled, and I never looked back.
Growing older—supposedly wiser—only harmed me in some way.
My soulfulness of my wondering youth and the youngness of my mind
was nearly erased by the every day menial problems.

Last year in December, around Hanukkah, my soul was screaming.
After not being successful to distract myself with anything else,
I walked down to the local Menorah lighting ceremony on the first day.
Something about being there was magical—I saw a flame that didn’t die.
A million of my dreams as a teen have been realized, but why, I ask:
during the most fulfilling moments of living….there’s still something missing?

The night before my aunt died, I told her a secret: I discovered Judaism.
I told her she no longer had to worry about my soul. I finally found where it belongs.
This is my journey, the one that I will wholeheartedly embrace,
the one that I will choose to carefully walk—not run, skip, jump, hop—and practice
often, for this is something that deserves my true attention and patience.
I cannot ever take this moment for granted because I have found my spiritual home.

My aunt, being of a different religion, replied “A good place to start your spiritual
journey is Judaism. Jesus was Jewish so you can’t go wrong starting there.
Follow your heart and look to God. He will answer all of life’s questions.”
That answer provided me with the stamp of approval.
I sent my letter out to the universe, to the world, to God himself
that I was ready to take on this new responsibility of finding out who I am.

I’ve spent so much time being blinded and sidetracked by the clutter in life,
and in turn, I have missed some of the best moments that could have been.
There are years shaved off my life that I can never get back.
Depression swallowed me whole in the darkest days of my life,
and what I would have given at that time to close my eyes and never wake.
But, I had forgotten: both the good and bad in life serve us with life lessons.

Just this week, I cut back on TV shows, and looked to finding synagogue feeds online.
I found one in New York and I instantly fell in love with this Rabbi’s sermon:
“Gam zeh ya’avor. This too shall pass.”
How true it is that with every breath we take and move along the day, the moments shift
from bad to good and good to bad, back and fourth like a pendulum…
always leaving room just enough for an action or a reaction.

Time is sometimes a lie that we rarely take seriously, and living in the moment
just doesn’t exist anymore when people’s hearts aren’t pure from distractions.
We think we have time to say what we need to say, or do what we need to do,
but we don’t… and we’re almost always gone, even if we’re there in present day.
I’ve had many people—and moments—taken from me as I’ve come to love them.
It’s the constant reminder that nothing is ever permanent.
And to trust the thought that everything happens for a reason, no matter what it is.

*

These last few months–My discovery of Judaism and the beautiful Jewish Culture–has lit my life’s candle so full of love and light. It’s such an intense feeling that I’ve never felt or seen before. When a person knows, they know. I know I have a whole lifetime worth of catching up on, but embedded deeply in this soul of mine, I feel like I already know it… that I’ve walked the path before in another lifetime. It brings up a lot of loaded questions, and I’ll still be searching for answers come as they may. I can’t even begin to explain how it has completed the largest missing piece of my life’s puzzle, even in this short period of time, even with as little as I recognize I know, right at this given moment.

Visualize this: it’s like when you read a very good piece of literature and the words start lifting off the page, turn into music, and suddenly, you’re singing a song you felt like you’ve known your entire life….but you don’t know how, because you can’t place ever singing it because it just doesn’t make sense how you would have known it…and then, suddenly, the music turns into the most beautiful piece of artwork that you’ve ever seen–like a sunset–and you’re just so much in awe that you stand there for hours upon hours just staring at it because it takes your breath away. And you just want to grab some glasses, pour a drink or two, and make a toast screaming TO LIFE at the top of your lungs….because you’ve embraced life like you’ve never done before and you truly never, ever, ever want it end. That’s where I am. And, that’s where you’ll find me.

~ Karen Maeby 2.21.18

St Pete Boat Show 2017

Howdy everyone!

If there’s anything that I know, I know for a fact I am so glad that I waited for my first boat show set up to be with my TBYM guys. Yes, you read right. After all the boat shows I’ve gone to and the years I’ve been in this industry, I have never ever set up nor helped with tear down (which I’ll get to experience that part on Sunday).

Wednesday after our normal work day, we went over and started setting up. Tables, chairs, brochures, biz cards, cooler full of drinks, our credidentials, etc. Since we had two locations (outside&inside), we’d go back and fourth. This is our GMS boat where we demo the Seakeeper product.

Set up is literally just like when in my theatre world  we have to tear down the set at our rehearsal spot and put it back up at our normal theatre space. It’s exactly that. So, of course, I enjoy that enough that I’m ready for more!

THURSDAY–which is normally burrito day at Tijuana Flats (haha)–was the first day at the show. I was so happy (and still that way, although a little more tired).

I walked around so many times trying to get leads for them, photos spread among 3 sources, and anything that’d spark my interest for BSG.

We are giving away a Yeti cooler and so is our neighboring booth and a few others. I should do some sort of article on popular items to give away. The only one will be a cooler… that’s how… COOL it is. Yeah.

Thursday was an interesting day. Friday just sparked the flame. I’ve officially talked to more people than I’ve ever talked to (well, actually, that’s kinda a lie) but I feel so… established and purposeful the last two days. So thank you my guys at TBYM for helping me gain traction once again, and for putting me back on the path of passion for this industry and boat shows. (Thank goodness I am working with a group of guys who enjoy the shows! It helps.)

I was so happy to see older family – IMG – who are the dealers for this beautiful Formula boat that you see there.

For a while I lost my touch (and passion) but I’ve got it back. Guess how? Because I start taking pictures of the names of the boat. If you’re going to be a hobo, just be the best kind. A salty one.

I found Jimmy Buffett. There isn’t anything better than finding Jimmy at a boat show. Ahhh. I just love that man and his lyrics. (Have any of you bought his latest cd?)

I found this gem. A crab tattoo. Amazing. Yeah, I’m pretty much 5 but I don’t really care what you say about me. This (and looking at crab jewelry) only made me miss Eisenhower so very much, so here’s his photo when he saw I was home for more than five seconds yesterday.

I’m really in love with that boat mostly because of its colors…and how royal purple it is. But seriously, I want to learn all about this boat on Sunday.

I have to mention – please go friend my friends at Great Lakes Boating Mag (especially their Instagram) because they are featuring my photos and probably some video come Sunday. I’m super excited to be working with them as their source from my land to theirs.

It’s been a long, weird and what I call a successful day… I must post this before I crash (I’m already there, I hope this blog entry makes sense) and have to wake up super early for theatre duties. I will have the rest of the boat show dirt on Sunday or Monday.

See some of my goods?!

That’s it for now! – KM the BSG

Thanksgiving Edition: A small update, list of thanks, a short story, and more talk about my future. 

Hi Family/Friends, 

I hope all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I’ve been hiding out as you can tell. It was the first weekend I’ve had off since August, so I basically did nothing…but fall deeply in love with PBS once again, listen to podcasts (I’m such a junkie), and slept a lot.

Friday I closed a chapter in my life: I am no longer working my second job where I have to go all the way up to Ulmerton. (Thank Goodness.) After our boat show this weekend, I will be working full time in the boating industry again, and I’ll be about 10 minutes away from the rest of my world with a flexible schedule. Before I left that job though, the boss said, “Do what you love.” So it was a great goodbye and that door is closed forever….

I am super duper thankful for…. (not in any order) 

– all of my friends / family

– my new friends / family this year

– my family at gulfport community players

– reuniting with my favorite person

– a chance at being stage manager

– patrick’s writing class

– the moment that all of us theatre people do lunch/dinner every single time we get together for some event

– attending the star awards / being nominated

– all opportunities basically

– being coached for bsg

– my world of boating family who i haven’t talked to in ages

– just this week: reuniting with the pirate captain friend from years ago

– just this week: reuniting with another pirate friend from years ago

– eisenhower

– my theatre couch

– the moments that i can actually remember

– good books & bookstore 321

– pbs / npr

– podcasts

– all the shows i’ve been able to attend by audience or help with

– my love for all things

– jimmy buffett’s music

– all music. all theatre. my ability to write. all arts. everything.

– etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.

Story Time — DREAMS 

I’m going to tell you guys a secret. It’s a deep, dark secret that maybe hardly anyone knows about… when I was in middle school I was such a weird kid. My favorite music was classical—mostly Mozart—and I loved opera. When I got home from school, my radio went straight on NPR and I listened non stop. My weekends were scheduled to listen to: Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me, Prairie Home Companion, World Cafe, Car Talk and so on.

When I finally got a TV (whenever that was), I fell deeply for PBS. I watched all Great Performances, and anything else that was related to music and theatre. I used to religiously watch award shows like mad, and—when I thought I was going to be a music director at one point—I came up with a list of songs my choir would do and entrances/exits.etc.

(Now, remember all throughout my entire life I was also a bookworm and I constantly wrote.) 

This weekend I started watching PBS once again after a huge break, and I fell back in love with it again. I first watched In The Heights: Chasing Broadway Dreams. It’s basically a documentary that follows from when it was born to some of the practicing to the performance. It’s magic. I watched this full musical a while ago and it’s genius. I must say, it’s one of the first ones in present day since RENT that I really “got” and felt connected with. But to be a part of something like that—dreams coming true—absolutely wonderful and breathtaking just to watch/hear. To see the writer’s face when they were getting ready to perform… that… that is just something worth watching.

It’s just the feeling I get any time I am helping with a play. We work hard for the few weeks/months and then it’s show time. Cue the butterflies, the endless nights, the final day, the cast party and the goodbyes… all until the next show where you get to do it all over again just with a different script, different people, etc.  I told my former-former boss that’s how I want to live my life: work on a project for a while then it’s over, take a tiny break, and do the same with the next one…

I also found Noel Coward’s Present Laughter to be freaking genius. Everything that Patrick taught us in his writing class… it was in this play. No wasted dialogue. Characters are well developed, with a sense of purpose, and they made a difference each time they entered the room. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that I really want to live in the set design too. Watching this really helped me understand even more than I did before.

I’ve also caught up on some (not all) of the film shorts, some of the music documentaries, and I found another program “Black Folk Don’t…” It is such a wonderful show on black culture and everyone should be required to watch it. It’ll open your eyes to what you don’t know.

All of this watching and listening to podcasts that follow these shows or even short radio shows has me thinking about something. One of these days, I’m going to have to make a decision, and it’s going to be which path do I take from here? It’s a difficult one.

I find myself willing to admit (at this point) that I know deep down in my heart that I really belong to the arts world. I’m going to be that late bloomer (wrong word?)… the one that actually does this in the second half of her life, which is basically right now, I just need to do a little bit more towards this dream if I’m going to make it.

One day… I will be doing all the things — like maybe writing a play that could be produced on Broadway, being a big part of some show that could be at the Lincoln Stage, writing lyrics that could be performed by someone at Carnegie Hall, working with PBS/NPR on stories, finally write/finish The Office 2.0 & it being a big hit, or even attend jazz fest because I’ve actually had enough guts to do something with my love for it. Or even—more importantly—that dream of what I write in general gives people hope to never, ever forget their dreams and to always set large goals and hit them. That’s what I want. 

Eventually, I will be there. I’m working on it now. One… by one…

Before 2016, I had been so disconnected from my dream’s path but I believe it was meant for me to get that experience, to fully understand that I am on the wrong one, and make that decision on how to start earning money where I belong. Joining the Gulfport Community Players in 2016 was the first step towards crossing off one of my dreams…. do you want to know how many more followed after that? A lot, and almost all of them. All because I joined my theatre group did my dreams start coming true. Totally meant to be. I mean, life didn’t really exist beforehand… other than experience, don’t get me wrong…

I am seriously due for writing new dreams because that’s what’s wrong with me right now. I’m out of goals, and big picture dreams. While that’s a huge and wonderful accomplishment of checking a lot of them off, having my world so cloudy because I’m not focusing on what’s important, hasn’t been great for me….

Writing with purpose is the first goal, and everything else will follow. I know deep within my soul that my future is in the arts industry (writing, film, theatre, music, etc.etc.etc.) it’s just a matter of time when I will switch over, and what my journey will be when it happens.

– Karen Maeby 

Mind Probe Hypnosis [book review + thoughts] 

I started reading Mind Probe Hypnosis shortly after I bought it from the 321 Books in Tyrone Mall which was back in October and just now had the chance to finish it. Marvelous book, and really made me dig deep into my thoughts. I suddenly became philosophical again… something I haven’t tapped into for a while.

It was very well written with experience, scientific evidence and several parts where she writes out the conversations she has with these people who are troubled. I scribbled down some notes and thoughts and I’ll share those with you.

INCIDENTS 

This woman that was being hypnotized had many, many issues of pain to work through. These issues ended up being from the past lives to now where karma continued in a vicious circle and the same things just kept happening. Her mom became her daughter, father became her soul, a boy she liked ended up being her husband’s soul and an evil person that she was a slave to in a previous life ended up being her brother in her real life. She had four lives.

Woman has a constant headache, and didn’t know why. She went under hypnosis, and found out in her past life she was a male who was killed by a torture rack. The athlete who killed her as a male reminded her of her husband. Every time she was around her husband, she’d have that headache.

sharp object phobia — death by falling on a pitchfork

phobia of spiders — killed by one in former life

Girl’s mom and sister had babies at the same time. One died (mom’s baby) then she entered that baby’s body of the sisters.

Studies suggest that death was far more to look forward to than being born.

Male – froze when weather dipped below 70 degrees. Found out that in his past lives his life ended each time by freezing to death.

Female – couldn’t be around cats (allergic) – she got clawed very badly by cats in one life then in another she watched herself be eaten by a tiger.

There was a study that was done to someone who had never been sick in his life. Several of his friends and family started saying “you look sick, are you feeling well, etc.” to that person then he ended up getting really sick and going to the hospital. Once they stopped, he got better.

Reincarnation has to exist – unusual child prodigy’s (where do their talents come from) and the carrying over of skills. Plus, the recognition of others souls.

Go back to the origin of the problem—past lives to now.

Woman recognized someone in present day — she was both attracted to and repelled by this guy. She was married, however, he was very dependent on her and immature. The man deserted her, then she deserted her child (but that was not by choice). Man deserted her was the guy she was attracted/repelled by in present day and her husband represented her child she abandoned.

MY THOUGHTS 

Is hypnosis just another form of psychology? It is—after all—another instance of discussion with a therapist of some sorts—and without pills.

What if there are empty souls walking along the streets, and they can choose to go to someone who is freshly dead, become that person and die when they no longer want to fulfill roles of that one empty soul?

It makes me wonder if our past lives are reincarnated with souls that we’ve built karma with over time….until we finally break that pattern, then the souls go somewhere else.

The souls we’ve entangled ourselves with in present day has to be because of karma of our past lives. Do we love the same souls? Or because of which way our lives go….. good/bad do we get to be blessed to embrace those souls over and over again.

Why do our souls meet? For every purpose there is a reason.

There’s a reason for why someone leaves, and then comes back.

There’s a reason someone walks in their life and stays, or completely goes away.

There’s a reason we are where we are in life – at every given moment of every given day.

Then, there’s the strong connection—but what reasons with that?

What if all we needed to be is hypnotized to find out what our fears are and to get over them? To search deep within ourselves to find out what we were in a past life, and go from there to grow.

It’s a scary thought when you think that if someone was killed their soul is up walking around, or they might even come back as a murderer or be absolutely terrified of or knowing it was going to happen over and over and over again.

For every one born, another one dies. Souls are super exchanged.

Soul mates. Twin Flames. All of that exists…. just not enough people believe in it for it to happen.

What if hypnosis wasn’t even real, but whatever a person gets out of it is good enough to lose their fear or trouble that they had? I say that’s a winner.

And lastly, where do old souls—like me—come from?

-Karen Maeby

Letting Go of Phantom Tollbooth 

PHANTOM TOLLBOOTH

It’s really hard to believe that this past weekend was the end of Phantom Tollbooth, our first JRs production at the Back Door Theater (Gulfport Community Players).

After working backstage for several main stage shows {SOA’16, OTR, PAR, MODI, SOA’17), and really stepping up at Summer One Acts ’17 when J was gone, I was asked to be the stage manager of PTB. After some thought (and realization that I couldn’t work main stage because of my work schedule), I said yes to the JRs program, and I am really glad I did.

Since I had never heard of PTB before, I read through the script twice. Watched several versions on YouTube and then finally watched the movie. Sorry, but after seeing live performances, I could barely make it through the movie. I think I turned it off after 10 minutes.

In the time of this show, I had one absence due to the Tampa boat show and I felt like I missed a years worth of work. I got to put my creative (and scared) hand to work for designing some of the letters on the posters. I used what knowledge I had been given by J, and also learned a whole new set of things that I will use in future kid productions. I also watched in awe about how much some people can give and do for one show.

The biggest thing I learned was that the kids and adult shows are completely different. You never really know what’s going to happen with the kids… I’ve learned that the key to anything is practicing beginning to ending a few times… but given our situation (hurricane, timing for rehearsals during other uses, etc.) we really lost time to practice. So that was out of our hands, but I thought that Saturday’s show was amazing. At the very end Ms Director turned around to me and said, “Are you crying? That’s my job!” Oh yeah, I definitely was.

Anyone remember how emotional I was during the Summer One Acts of 2016? My first show ever with GCP after a 12 year absence of theatre? I think I knew at that point I had become involved in something so special that I would do anything and everything to continue. That’s how it felt at the end of Phantom. An ending to a beautiful and successful beginning.

Many of you know I’m not really a kid person, just because I’m not around them much, but these kids were awesome and they didn’t bother me at all. I really loved working with all of them, and getting to know some of the parents too. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this group, and I really hope I can work with all of them in the future… bright things are ahead for each and every one of them. I know that for sure.

PS: I am eventually going to write a play about the magic pencil. That thing was wicked cool.

PSS: WORDS WILL ALWAYS BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN NUMBERS. (Except for number 3, 7, and 13…. now you know where I stand. Ha!) 

LETTING GO 

It was really weird working a show that was coinciding with main stage, but I did get to watch it, luckily. Like I wrote on my Facebook page, I loved it. I loved it times a million zillion. The message was beautiful, and I knew that I was meant to be there at that very day just for the last song’s message. I loved the music and the lyrics and just everything about this original musical. I really do want the soundtrack. Oh and must mention one more time that B’s outfits were amazing. The whole thing was just beautiful. I really hope Letting Go makes it big.

Other things while I am here 

Holy cow it’s been busy.

  • I never reported on how awesome the writing class was from a while ago, but it was awesome.…. and I have another finished play, plus some exciting news when I can share.
  • Helped with Breaking the Code auditions. That was very fun, as always!
  • I was given a couch from the theatre (I practically asked the universe for this last year during Parfumerie when I fell in love with the set and wanted to take it home. Finally, it was my turn.) This couch is like magic… it’s the center of the room’s attention now. I’ve moved my entire place around just to suit it. It completes the place.
  • Finally went to a film society meeting after about 3-5 months.
  • I am leaving my 2nd job to become full time at the marine company at the end of this month.
  • My brand BoatShowGirl has been hit/miss the last few months… I’ve had some opportunities to pop up but haven’t had a chance to get to them yet. That’ll change soon.
  • I haven’t had the chance to work on my Pirate Gypsy Soul brand but look for it the next few months. There are several things I want to do—including finding my way of Wicca/etc, meditation, universe/dream boards, and studying/practicing/learning to be more of a clairvoyant psychic. I have jewelry projects that go along with this as well.
  • I’m also doing some serious gravitating towards becoming more 1920s gypsy pirate woman… wanting to dress like, the taste, the music, and just wanting to give up everything except that. It’s going to take a while, but there’s something magical about magick.
  • We’re gearing up for Peter Pan to start the first of December!
  • The St Pete Boat Show is also happening that same weekend. I’ll be there as BSG.
  • I’m sure there’s more, but I cannot think of them right now.

I hope all of you are doing good, and hopefully it won’t be months before I write again!

Love Always, 
Karen Maeby 

Tampa Boat Show 2017 

Aloha Everyone! 

AT LAST the Tampa Show—that was postponed in September due to Hurricane Irma—finally happened this past weekend.

This show—which is definitely one of my favorites—is held in either Sept or Oct of every year at the Tampa Convention Center. Tickets are usually in the range of $12-15, I think it’s $12 if you order online. (I’m not sure because I’ve only had badges from working the show.) They have event pay for parking around the center and elsewhere. www.tampaboatshow.com

Let me tell you… I had an amazing time. It’s been several shows ago since I went inside any of the boats (because there was a time I was able to attend about 12 boat shows a year and toured all of the boats that I could) but after a tiny break, I went in a few this time. I smelt the new boat smell, day dreamt about my future boat, reminisced about looking out the windows of bunkbeds at night in my younger days when I’d stay on a houseboat… and I really truly think I got my passion back. Or at least dug up some of that old buried treasure and raised my anchor above the water so my heart could open back up.

 Me!

 Perfect writing station for me!

 This as well!

I saw my current work family. I saw my old work family. I saw my old work family’s sister company which is ultimately family. I saw some other friends that were working booths there. I just saw a lot of family… and it made me so happy. This boat show made me so happy, and was exactly what I needed.

 My current company Tampa Bay Yacht Management with their other company Gulf Marine Stabilizers doing SeaKeeper demos.

I don’t know if any of you were following the “I’M LOGAN IT” project boat aka “FISH TACOS” from Ship Shape TV and Taco Metals. They were there with the boat and people could register to win the boat. The winner will be announced at the Fort Lauderdale Show in November. (Is it necessary to say I think this boat is meant to be mine? Because I already want tacos every.single.day so seeing this makes me hungry for… tacos^2! It’s a serious math problem! Ha.) But, in boating terms, this is a lovely, lovely boat. I saw some of the videos of where each of the brands (who have their logo on the boat) contributed their product to fix it up. Such a great thing they’re doing too for the IM LOGAN IT foundation.

Another cool thing that the Tampa Boat Show decided to do was a “Boater’s Pass” where everyone who had it could scan their barcode and win prizes and such. I didn’t really see how it worked, since I didn’t have one, but I’d be curious on how well it went. Bueller? 

They had their normal things: Discover Boating and their classes out on the water, seminars, family fun day, the Buccaneers stopped by on Sat, Progressive’s set up for kids, Geico’s boat, etc. I saw a lot of familiar faces, and somehow, I still missed some company’s booths. I don’t know how it happens but it does. Also, I think everyone needs a boat with a bar type in it. What do you think?

And here are a few photos from the poetic side of me…. This photo spoke to me because of all the different reflections that just seemed like a perfect boat art opportunity.

I didn’t really realize this until later that day, but following my favorite day of this year Oct Fri 13th was the 14th–a death anniversary of a great teacher friend of mine from high school. This next photo I took reminds me so much of the quote she once said to me. “When you look through the window, you don’t see the whole world.” But… every time I’m on a boat and look out the window there, I see my entire future–my dreams coming true–and that is my whole world. I really miss you Elaine!

That concludes this episode with Boat Show Girl attending the Tampa Boat Show. It was a more relaxed year for me at this one, usually I talk to a whole lot more people, but I just kind of took in not having attended a show in a while and really enjoyed myself. I guess even I need to do that once in a while.

Over the next few weeks and maybe months, I will be “pivoting” and what that means in the business world is that when one business step / project / plan doesn’t work, you pivot, meaning change it. So I am going to be making little changes here and there to make me–Boat Show Girl–exactly what I need to be.

For I am–after all–the Captain at the helm of my own life where compasses and maps do not exist because sometimes the beauty is drifting, getting lost and dropping anchor into the unknown. 

Always,
Karen Maeby the Boat Show Girl