a lifetime of dubious futures

After months of auditions and interviews, an anxiously-awaited email just came from my cousin:
Just got the call. [Massive corporate account] is going with some dude in [other state].

Don't know what else to say. Other than thank you thank you thank you. I'm very disappointed it didn't work out. 

I think you have finally reached Professional Actor Zen when you can read that and know that another job will come.  And bonus points if you can realize that this is the real score:

If it's possible, I have even more respect for you now than when this thing first came up. Thanks for your patience and talent.
In the absence of paying work, I'm proud to have patience and talent.  Or at least to be capable of convincing other people that I do.

here comes some hoity-toity bullshit, yall:
Trusting that it's going to be okay means not constantly fretting about it being okay, second-guessing its okayness, or obsessively asking other people for affirmation that it's going to be okay. I know that's not all this blog is, but it's a big part of it. So that's why I've been feeling okay about stepping away from this blog, although I have missed you super people who benevolently waste your time over here.  You telling me you miss it has been flattering, appreciated and encouraging.  Don't worry.  I'll be back around.

1 comment:

nora said...

I'm glad you're okay, cousin!