Archive for May, 2005

Not a runaway bride

I was at Tina’s wedding last weekend when someone asked me a question that always boggles my mind, “So when you decided to act did you give yourself a certain number of years to succeed?” It never once occurred to me to give myself a time limit. I was in love with acting. I was willing to relocate, jump off a cliff into the unknown…simply because I knew it was what I was meant to do. Think of it like a marriage. “When you find the one… you just know.” You don’t tell your partner, “I’m gonna give this a good 5 years..and if it doesn’t work out…I’m going to marry into money.”

Like any marriage, my love affair with acting has had its ups and downs. Had I known when I started, what I know now, I might have been too scared to make that drive to LA. Acting has brought me the highest highs and the lowest lows. It has given me an emotional release, confidence, countless laughs, health insurance, jeet kune do, a home, first class travel, profound insight into human behavior, and a million and one adventures. It has also insulted my intelligence, kicked me when I was down, betrayed me, demeaned me, broken my heart, risked my life, and made me
question why I keep going. And yet, at the end of the day, I’m still in love.

To all of you out there who are in love with something you do, or someone, or both …may your love stand the test of time. Jump and the universe will catch you.

Our life tragedies sometimes need a little perspective.
My nephew, Connor, woke up crying the other night. His daddy rushed in and asked what was wrong. Connor replied, ” I had a bad dream.” When Ned asked him what the dream was about Connor recounted, “My chocolate donup broke and I couldn’t eat it…” He then proceeded to break down in tears! I think I’ve cried over quite a few “chocolate donups” in my time. I’ve gotten much better. I recently heard that my lines were cut from Fat Albert. Not even close to a chocolate donup for me. 🙂

Crawling along on the 101, I noticed a bumper sticker on the car in front of me that read, “If you’re going to ride my ass, pull my hair.” I had to laugh. This guy was speaking my language. When things are driving you crazy, you’ve gotta keep your sense of humor.

Thanks to all of you who send me such kind letters, songs, and e-mails. Your love and warmth constantly surprise me.