As they described this, I broke out in a sweat. It's a thrilling, apt and terrible analogy - all at once. And so began my descent into denial.
- You don't have to be a professional to be an artist. (very true)
- Professional artists have to sell out. (compromising is part of any business)
- The skills that are necessary to be an actor are the opposite of what's needed to become a professional. (and that my friends is why the support industries started)
Sure it was a cop out. But I'm going to state here and now that I think that was a necessary journey for me. I needed to do that to decide for myself where I was going, and also to rebuild the structure so that it was secure. Now I have an amazing boyfriend and home life, solid friendships, a killer agency repping me.
How do these two stories fit together? They don't. It's a mixed metaphor at best. I've tried writing this post for almost three months and each time it gets worse. So -- honestly -- the only tie together is that they both are about going professional and about my life right now...
Oh also, I'm letting go of the rope.
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