failures schmailures

so.

i didn't tell anyone really, but i had my first audition ever last night. i lied to myself and said i didn't say anything because it was such a small thing, a twenty minute piece in the studio series at freehold this spring, but it was really because it was my first audition and i was terrified no matter what the circumstances.

and all the 'jonah day' sort of things that you could have imagined to happen did happen yesterday:

a problem at work arose just as i was leaving so i had to scramble to the bus thereby forgetting the resume i had carefully updated and printed earlier in the day for the audition.
i simply had to get it printed out again. rushed to nasrin's place where i wasn't even sure whether or not her printer had enough ink. got stuck at the ballard bridge and lost 7 minutes i didn't have. couldn't update my resume quickly enough {because i didn't listen to my intuition earlier in the day that said send yourself a copy of your updated resume} so i printed out an old version and raced to the audition place. couldn't find it right away when i showed up at the intersection and arrived (gasp) l a t e. but just by a minute or two. then, i misunderstood and flubbed up one huge part of it and spent the rest of the night trying to brush off my disappointment in myself.

and then, i had this really blah last class for meisner. and then i write about it trying not to mope and then i checked my email only to find that i got a part in this woman's piece.

yippee skippy.

and it should be quirky. and fun. and i'm not even sure where and how it will go, but go with it i will.

it's funny how lovely these little victories are.