It's been nearly a year since I decided and did.
Decided to move and did.
Decided I wanted to act and do.
It's a process and it will continue to be.
What I've learned and will continue to learn is that one "leap" wasn't enough.
Enough to get started, enough to decide: Yes. Enough to say I'm done: NO.
The ambition to be an artist; an actress, is a daily adventure.
To put yourself up for scrutiny, rejection and disappointment with no promise of ultimate reward is, well, kind of crazy.
However, this is the way I see it: (2 possible outcomes)
A- I succeed: at acting. I work hard, network, finally get a "yes" and it leads me down a path of making a career out of my passion. Finally everything is worth it because I'm doing what I've always wanted to do--living a hundred different lives in various time periods and experiencing multiple experiences all within my one given lifetime. I become an actress.
B- I succeed: at the unexpected. Though I have no assurance of where I will be or what I'll be doing a few years from now, one thing is known--it will be completely different than what I would have been doing had I never taken this risk. It will be something I fell into following my "anything" reaction. That, in and of itself, means that it will be...right.
So I lept; I took a risk for me. In hopes that becoming a truer me would make me a better me and in turn a greater benefactor to others. The leap year may be at an end, but I have a sense that this really is only just beginning.