I remember being 16 and angry and heartbroken (as only teenagers can be) and lying in my twin sized bed listening to the Dresden Dolls roaring in my ears, shouting along with them that "I'd like to do more than survive, I'd like to rub it in your face!"
I remember being 18 and confused and anxious (as only fresh high school grads can be) and taking off my make up after playing Elphaba in the Israeli premiere of the musical Wicked, and in goes Neil Gaiman telling me he saw the last few minutes of the show and that I was marvelous.
Now I'm 24 (minus a day), no longer angry or confused, and last week I had both Neil and Amanda as audience members in the show I'm in - Speaskeasy Dollhouse. WOW.
I remember being 12 and dreaming of faraway lands (as only kids can), and watching Princess Bride a million times and learning every single quote.
I remember being 15 and dreaming of Broadway (as only theater majors can), and watching the video recording of the Israeli Production of Les Mis, jealous of its leading actor for receiving an invitation from Cameron Macintosh himself to play Valjean on Broadway.
Now I'm 24 (minus a day), still dreaming but mostly living, and last night I shared a Broadway stage with Mandy Patinkin (AKA Inigo Montoya) and Dudu Fisher (AKA the Israeli turned Broadway star Jean Valjean). WOW.
It's my birthday tomorrow. I keep getting birthday presents all year round from the universe in the shape of friends, collaborators and amazing events. I am so blessed.
On this birthday I am also honored and thrilled to announce that I joined together with two artist friends and we have founded a productions company - Petite Mort Productions.
We have a really exciting seasons ahead of us, and I would like to kindly ask you for birthday gifts in the shape of DONATIONS! Please, any dollar helps, and it would really make my birthday a lot happier!
From Neil Gaiman's recent speech: "The first problem of any kind of even limited success is the unshakable conviction that you are getting away with something, and that any moment now they will discover you. It's Imposter Syndrome, something my wife Amanda christened the Fraud Police."
These days I keep waiting for the Fraud Police to come knocking on my door and drag me over to immigration and ship me back to Israel... I am surrounded with and immersed in good stuff and great people, and I'm so grateful to be exactly where I am, doing exactly what it is I'm doing. In fact, here's what my chocolate wrapping told me this morning: