…and yes, I know this post is about me.
Sometimes I just need to get over myself.
I’m sure we all do but I’m having one of those weeks, where I wish I would just take a giant chill pill and deal.
A little over a month ago, I got a bug in my rear end to see if I could find some local talent representation. If you’ve looked at my life list, you’ll see that I really would love to be in a commercial, corporate video or something fun like that. I figured it would probably never happen unless I sought local representation. SCARY!
So I sucked in my pride, bit the bullet and went. After a nerve wracking audition, the man looked at me and said “….a little theatrical.” Who me?
But he thought I could learn so they signed me. All I have to do is re-do my headshot (the one I had was several years old and apparently doesn’t look enough like me) and update my resume.
Every few days I receive an email with local audition opportunities. Some of them aren’t looking for a 30 something, caucasion female, but some are….and I haven’t been able to submit for an audition because I haven’t had my headshots done yet.
Why you may ask?
Well first, it was because I needed a haircut and I had way too much gray going on. Now, it’s because I have this icky patch of red on my cheeks. (Yes, I know you can photoshop that right out. But that’s not the point. I don’t feel pretty. And to have your picture taken, you need to feel pretty.)
Seriously, I have problems.
I finally went to the dermatologist last week and low and behold, it’s rosacea. What the fricken zee deutch? I felt myself turn into a teenager waiting for my perscription in the examing room.
All I could think was “Like, that’s always there. Don’t you, like, always have that? I can’t live if this going to glaring back at me in the mirror every morning.” (Theatrical much? You can see that might be hard for me to tame.)
I didn’t (don’t) want to deal with it.
Alas, this is one of those fun parts of life that everyone has to deal with at some point. However, it is literally holding me back from something I am dying to do. I’m ridiculous. I know it.
But I can’t get past it because it’s U.G.L.Y (you don’t got no alibi).
Why post this? To hold me accountable. To tell me to get a life. To make me get off my tush and go get those pictures taken.
*My past few posts have been pretty deep and emotional so I thought we needed something a little on the light side.