My 45th birthday is in a couple of days. I’m thinking about what that means. I don’t suppose a birthday has any meaning beyond what one gives to it. I guess it’s like the cave on Dagobah. All that’s in there is what you bring with you.
But then, what am I bringing with me? As a performer, I feel I’ve only just begun to tap into what could potentially be a sustaining career. But I’m hobbled by the fact that I have only done a few auditions a year. I really need to get out there and put myself in front of people. I can’t keep hiding my light under a bushel, as it were. If this career is going to happen, it will be because I made it happen, not because a job fell in my lap.