I had a bit of an epiphany today on my walk. You probably already know this but the word epiphany harkens back to biblical times when the revealation of God in human form appeared in the person of Jesus. Now I’m not saying Jesus appeared to me on the 4700 block of Lincoln Avenue but the clouds in my brain parted a wee bit to let in some clarity and light even on this beautiful, albeit windy day. I’ve been frustrated more than I care to admit about the progress of my career. It seems I can’t get any momentum going forward or solid ground beneath my feet on which to build. The eureka moment I had was when I realized the problem was, the world didn’t know what to do with me yet. I’m not a typical type, easily categorized and cast, not the ingenue, the Mom, the old lady. So that requires more work to find my niche. My voice isn’t the quirky teen, raspy seductress, assuring expert. Again, more work. The thing is I’ve been trying to fit into a category, any category and this hasn’t been serving me very well. I’ve been trying to make myself fit in when in reality, I’m in my own category. I don’t mean this in an egotistical way, more in a practical, reality way.
So the epiphany was, I just need to wait for the world to catch up with me. Once they do, then things will start to go my way. Once they figure out how to place me, the bookings will come. In the meantime, I’ll just keep making myself a better and better version of me. The world’s pretty smart, they’ll figure it out. I’ll be here when they’re ready. I just hope it’s soon. I’m not the most patient of people and I’ve got things I want to accomplish.