As I live each day in a city where everything and everyone are constantly moving, I experience a lot of change. You get so used to something or someone; a feeling, and then all of a sudden, you don’t recognize it anymore.
Recently, I was in a position where I got close to doing something pretty damn awesome with my career but as of a few days ago, it didn’t work out. I’m grateful for the experience that I had but at the same time, I’m bummed and I have every reason to be. I got my hopes up.
That’s why I bring up the topic of change…
For the past eight months I’ve been living in a tiny apartment complex while working 30 hours a week at a job I despised but then I got an unexpected phone call, went to a few auditions and a few weeks later I was in a better living situation with other artists. I got used to the feeling but everything changed in literally ninety seconds. Now, it’s back to reality again.
I flew back to my home in Texas this morning because I need to be out of LA for a little bit. I need some time to regroup and figure out what to do next. I’m a very persistent person and I will not give up on my dreams no matter how many times I fall down. I fully believe that things happen for a reason and in the this big, scary thing we call life, we must believe in and accept that we have our own destiny wheater we realize it or not. The hardest part about it is that we can only control our future to an extent. Somewhere in the stars, our life is planned out for us and the only way to experience it is to live on and move forward.
It all comes down to how we accept change. Do we push it away or do we embrace it?