So this man owned my life. When his office called I jumped to attention. I figured he was a highly respected agent (literally everyone knows him) so I would trust all his decisions and choices.
Over and over again I read these iterations of the same fears. Ones I have thought constantly in various levels at different times in the last ten years. And I think they have f*cked me. Why? Because I have made them such a part of me that I let my fears make decisions in my career and in my art.
iInstead of doing the usual pick-apart of yourself that starts right before the turkey and ends right about when the ball drops…let’s just skip it this year and be fucking thankful.
I can’t count the number of DMs and emails I get with these words on it every single week, and I am not even an important industry figure [yet]…can we imagine what your reps or what a director is dealing with?! NO MORE.
The rumors that get thrown around in this business are often next level silly. I think a weird amount of info is proliferated by actors because 1) we don’t honestly talk with each other often enough and 2) this business is so random sometimes that things solidify unjustly to “truths”.
I know a lot of you aren’t going to get to a dentist any time soon or maybe you (like me) are subject to paying out of pocket for a cleaning, which runs about $150 a pop, so I grilled my hygienist Lila for you.
I use this gently cause I know your inbox is sacred (either that or you have 5k unread messages).