dear self,
there are going to be weeks, just like this one, where you want to quit. where you get cut, first round, too many times at auditions. where you think all your decisions were the wrong ones. where you will doubt everything about yourself from the top of your head to the tip of your pointed toes. where all the things that once seemed so magical will fall from grace.
please remember that in these moments the universe is giving you exactly what you need. it isn't always what you THINK you need, or what you want but just trust.
you might look up and be pleasantly surprised by what fate puts in front of you.
I am.
