I get a little teary-eyed when I watch the Oscars because for so long that was my dream: to be in the movies, to make my living as an actor, to win an Academy Award. For so long I lived my life knowing it would happen for me, not preparing a backup plan or allowing doubt to creep into my mind. And here I sit in my living room in Austin, Texas watching the Oscars however many hundreds of miles away, knowing that chapter has closed, and admittedly there is still a part of me that wants it. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't imagined myself walking the red carpet, being interviewed on Oprah and accepting my first Academy Award. But alas, Oprah is no longer on the air, I no long live in Los Angeles and sometimes dreams evolve into other dreams.
Will I be a famous actress? No. But will I always yearn for something special to fulfill me both artistically and spiritually? Will I continue to look for a creative outlet that might also be a potentially lucrative career? Will I forever be grateful for my time I spent pursuing my dream because in essence that is the dream itself? Absofreakinlutely.
"Stay hungry, stay foolish." - Steve Jobs