Last week when I made the executive decision to escape the industry, and come to London for a week, my agent said: "I support you with whatever decision you make. If you need to leave, do it. But really leave. I won't email you with appointments you're missing, or let you know what's going on. I will just let you leave."
(Seriously, he knows me so well)
Now why is it that even though I'm gone, I can't really "leave"? I keep wondering what I'm missing, what my agent is NOT emailing me, etc. Thankfully, these are fleeting thoughts that only haunt me at 2am London time, when my jetlagged body thinks I'm supposed to be running lines.
When I was chatting with my dad last week he said that one of his largest regrets was making work more important than life. And that as he's gotten older, he wished he hadn't prioritized the way that he had. He told me to go. To enjoy myself, that life is too short.
My dad doesn't know that I have this blog, but one day he may, and when that day comes, I want to say:
Thank you. Great advice, dad.
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They say that when one looks back on their life, they never sigh, "I wished I worked longer, harder days." Call up your dad, tell him about this blog. His heart is only going to well up with more pride.
ReplyDeleteRight on Lira. Ditto.
ReplyDeleteI love this. I think in LA we get caught up in the rat-race and business of it all. But you yourself have said that rewarding yourself after a hard day's work of auditioning or being on set with drinks with a friend just makes everything feel a little bit more balanced.
ReplyDeleteBalance is about taking care of what you need to...and getting out of town for a little bit is always recommended, if only so we learn to breathe a little bit better when we come back to it all.
You deserve this :)