The odds are stacked against you.

The market’s flooded.

It’s too hard.

You’re more likely to be struck by lightning.

You can’t make any money.

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It could happen.

Don’t give up.

Learn. Work hard. Adapt.

Be a duck and keep paddling.

Believe.

When I was a girl I wanted to be a famous actress. By the time I was 16 I’d started filling a glass jar with change to fund my move to L.A. I even got my little sister to contribute. 18 came fast and I’d let the “are you sure you want tos?” and the “yeah, rights” get the better of me and so I spent the money in the jar…most likely on cans of Franco-American Spaghetti from 7-11.

A contributing factor had to be the theater program I was in that regularly introduced the class to local actors. They were not famous, definitely not rich. Middle-aged, overweight graying men in black stretch pants were the norm.

Those guys never gave up. Acting, like writing is more need than occupation. Those men understood that.

I may have wasted my ingenue years, but I won’t waste my more mature years wondering what could have been if only I’d not given up.

Plus, I haven’t been able to find that FA canned spaghetti in years.

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