Not that I intend to post on this blog in an order that has anything to do with chronology, but why not begin with a post on beginnigs? The beginnings of dreams or passions. I mean, why does one grow up wanting to be a writer while the other devotes his life to being an astronaut? Why is the guy that I see through my window right now satisfied being a construction worker while Donald Trump needs to go on until he can buy a planet? I’ve wondered about this often. Especially the Donald Trump part, he’s just such a babe…I kid! No, but seriously: does anyone ever really know where their passions come from? I certainly don’t, but let’s review the theories anyway…
Nature versus nurture, baby! (and the maybe-i-was-adopted-theory)
Theory Nature: My parents love movies, and for the rest the only persons in my family that have any passion related to the performing arts are my genetically unrelated uncle and my from Columbia adopted niece. So there isn’t much evidence for the nature theory. To be honest, though.. I only know approximately 0.3 % of the family from my dad’s side, which is logical considering the fact my grandma had 17 kids, some of them who had great grandkids before I was even born. But who knows, maybe on of them likes acting. One of them could be Julia Roberts for all I know!
Theory Nurture: Uhm, no. For every Dina Lohan or pushy dad that you see on Idols there has to be a rational parent. Like mines, bless them. While they dutifully drove me to every acting class I enrolled in as a child, they were always very clear: Thou shall study. And though I will receive my Bachelor’s degree next week, I have since quit uni and am right now working full time to save up euro’s to spend as dollars in L.A. The blood crawls where it can’t go, as we like to say in Holland! It means as much as people don’t always do what is most convenient if they have a passion. Enough with the wise words though, point is: I remember me acting out commercials on my own while I was maybe 5 years old. My first memory of embarrassment stems from that experience, since I was talking out loud and my mom and lil’ sis were watching. So I haven’t been nurtured into this silly acting thing…not consciously anyway!
Theory-I-was-adopted-but-haven’t-been-told-yet: Though I’m the mirror image of my mom with my dad’s nose (thanks dad..) this is actually not an entirely implausible theory. True story: I was always told that I was named after a singer who had a hit song in the ’80. I was even given the record with a hitlist from that month in it. Many years later, while I was moving my stuff into my room in Amsterdam, my clever friend Anna notices something…the year on the record and hitlist is 3 later than my birth year. A Google and Wikipedia session later we have to conclude: this singer was not known before that year. Comment from the mom? “That is a mistake, maybe she had another song before.” Me: “No, we checked Google”. Mom:”Well, then I don’t know how we came up with your name.” A theory that also fits with this evidence is that I am actually 3 years younger of course. What an overachiever I would be if that were true! And it certainly explains my love for swings and other childish activities!
So, how about you? When did you know you wanted to be an actor/writer/astronaut/disgustingly rich entrepreneur? Would love to hear your stories! And if you like mine, you can get updated on them by e-mail through the I Want To Follow button on the upper right side of this page . It’s free and easy!