Sometimes You Bomb (or There is a Blizzard)
In the last week a few things didn’t go as planned.
I totally bombed my improv audition at the Groundlings last Wednesday. Ok, so maybe I didn’t “bomb” it, but that sounds better than saying it was really awkward and I found myself asking what made me audition in the first place. I want to be a writer not an improv actor.
I got the email not long after, it politely read: DID NOT PASS.
The bad news was, I did not pass. The good new was, I did not give two shits. Yes, I wanted to pass for the sake of passing anything and getting the pat on the back that I’m good enough.
Am I glad I auditioned? Yes. I got up in front of a room full of randos and did my best to act out a couple of scenes. Was I any good? No. Did I care? No. Did I feel bad about not passing? No.
Tomorrow I was supposed to be headed to sunny NYC to hang with some friends and see the Elephant Man on Broadway. In case you haven’t heard, the east coast is shutting down due to Winter Storm Juno. So my flight was cancelled and there is no way for me to get to NYC before Wednesday when I got tix with my girlfriend from high school to see the show.
Well, I guess I’ll just have to stay in the 70 degree weather and go to the beach!!! Dangit. I hope to get there to see the show before it closes or maybe I’ll just have to make a plan to go see it in London this summer since I haven’t been there in a minute.
Sure, I could be frustrated, but that’s not gonna get me to NYC or get me to go back in time and pass the improv audition.
I like to think everything happens for a reason, Alchemist style. When you are living your personal legend, events rearrange themselves to help you along, right? Or more eloquently put:
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist