Sometimes when I think of the amount of money I have spent on my career; head shots, voice lessons for years, private coaching sessions, the tuition at NYU for crying out loud, dance shoes, make-up, audition clothes, show tickets, chiropractor visits, cab rides to auditions, gasoline now, more make-up, head shots again...it makes me want to scream!
And if I go as far back as piano lessons and gymnastics when I was a kid, my parents are going to scream with me. AH! Tax deductible, tax deductible, tax deductible...
When I was five I even started painting lessons. I think my mother really wanted me to be an artist. And as we Chinese say, "May you get what you wish for." Ha.
To be honest, I am sick with it. I am vowing to myself not to spend
another dime on my career, until something big breaks. I'm not even
getting my hair cut. Split Ends, bring it on!