Better be... GRYFFIN...puff?

Get ready for another blog post full of ellipses...

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Well! caress my cheek and call me Patty, Let's Get started!

When I was little I was afraid of everything. Strangers, the dark, men travelling through the plumbing, climbing out of the toilet and attacking me... (I have the movie "Spice World" to thank for that one.)

(Terrifying)

I'm even too afraid to send my meal back at a restaurant when it's wrong (Thank you Jenna Testani for doing it for me last time... that pasta was charred AND cold... at the SAME TIME! How does that even happen?!?)

As a kid I practically had set up camp under my mom's skirt because the world was so scary to me. When a stranger would come up to me I immediately started fiddling with my right earlobe and chewing on the inside of my cheek (An odd nervous habit... but I grew out of one of the two! Huzzah!)

I was bullied as a kid and I can totally see why now. I mean, I know it didn't help that my favourite shirt was an oversized tye-dye that went down to my knees and I rarely brushed my little nappy 'fro but the real reason was because I let people do it. If someone were to say something like... I dunno... My nose was "fat and ugly" (that's a direct quote!... #bitter) I was way to scared to stand up for myself so I would just shrug and brush it off. I was so nice to these bullies I might as well had just said "Thank you for that refreshing honesty! *salute*"

Here's a little something for the Harry Potter fans out there...

I used to take all those "Hogwarts: Which house are you?" quizzes and they all concluded the same thing... I was just the Huffliest Puff. Hufflepuffs are loyal, dedicated, patient, play fair (and are really good finders!) It wasn't until very recently when I re-took the "only quiz that counts" on the Pottermore website. (the really "official" one.) I answered all of their kind of random questions and then my result came up...

And there... across the screen was the word...

"GRYFFINDOR!!!"

I laughed my ass off. Out loud.

How can someone with a fear of toilets be a Gryffindor?

Then I thought back to our little friend, Neville Longbottom. Neville was not one who appeared brave on the outside. He actually seemed like kind of a pansy. Nonetheless... he was a Gryffindor.

But then I realized that being brave doesn't mean you're not afraid of anything. It doesn't mean you'd gladly tightrope walk over a pit of alligators...

(Side note: Can we observe for uno momento the Neville-ution that has occurred over the years? Cuuzzzz DAMN.)

(I'd "Accio" Matthew Lewis right on over here in a hot second if you know what I mean ;)

Bravery is about how you deal with things that scare you. Lately I have been finding my bravery shine through in ways I never thought I could. I speak up more often, I use toilets with little to no anxiety about it (unless it's a public washroom, talk about bladder shyness)

As actors we do brave things everyday. We go on stage and bare it all and there is nowhere to hide .

That's damn scary.

But we do it! Because doing scary things feels exciting.

I had a mini identity crisis about the whole Gryffindor Vs. Hufflepuff thing but then I decided I can be both. I can just be a "Gryffin-puff."

So what do you say folks? Let's choose to do whats Brave instead of whats comfortable.

"Lets Do Things!"