Who am I… really…

So one year I decided I was going to “live life to the full”… I was going to seize every opportunity that came my way.  I was going to enter every contest.  I was going to “walk through every door” as it were and open wide every window.

 

It was both exhilarating and humbling…

 

At one point I entered a writing contest.  I really thought I had a good chance of winning it…

 

I didn’t …

 

I wasn’t the runner-up…

 

…didn’t even make the short list.

 

In an attempt to bandage my bruised ego I started imagining things.  Maybe they didn’t get my entry.  Maybe someone has it in for me. I bet the winner had someone on the inside!  Yeah!  That’s it! The whole thing was rigged!

 

Really?

Probably my entry just wasn’t good…  (I was going to try to save face by adding “enough” to the end of that sentence)
Ouch!  That hurt (a single tear trickles down my cheek)

 

I’ve spent years on both sides of the audition desk.  If I haven’t “seen it all” I’ve seen a pretty good chunk of it.  I’ve seen…

…people who were brilliant and knew it.

…people who had talent to spare but really didn’t care.

…people who were naturally talented and didn’t realize that can only take you so far.

…people who worked hard and it showed.

…people who worked hard… and it would never show.

…people who had been told all their lives that they were gifted – by people who clearly had no idea what they were talking about.

 

What if your “entry” isn’t good?

 

[choking back a sob]

OH GET OVER IT – nobody is saying you are a bad person or anything – It’s just maybe there are better actors, story-tellers, singers, or writers, or composers, or runners, or hockey-players, or skaters or whatever…  Maybe you are not the best – it’s not the end of the world!

…unless it causes you to refuse to accept, pursue and become who you really are…

just sayin…

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