This time of year is dead for Struggling Actresses; first we have the extended long holiday break, and then we have pilot season. It's like an abandoned airport for us. No pilots, no flights, no nothing.
I always feel hopeful in January. Maybe it's because of all the time with friends and family, and seeing Christmas through the eyes of a 10 month old baby this year. Maybe it's because I married two friends to one another on the beach on New Year's Eve. Maybe it's because for the next twelve months,
Anything Can Happen.
And some of us get bitter, and some of us get sick of it all. But there are a few of us who wonder, "what's in store, next?" "What else can I learn?" "Who else can I spend time with?"
And it's those few who can maintain the crazy, the unfair, the almost had its, with grace, humility and open arms.
Cause we artists have to be a little crazy to ask for this life, and even crazier to keep pursuing it.
I wish you all a new year filled with happiness and health, because that's what is the most important. And I also wish you a little craziness, so you too can get through it, laugh with it, and find the love that always surrounds you.
Happy New Year.