I wish I could say that I never looked back, and in many ways I haven't, but in reality I look back almost every day. How different would my life be right now if I were a 32-year old V.P. of Feature Production instead of a freelance writer? I'd have a six-figure salary and health insurance, but everything I've learned about myself in the 1,400 or so days I've spent off Wilshire Blvd. tells me that I would be depressed, trapped, and probably alone.
Instead, four years on, I'm happier than I've ever been and still wildly in love with the same man who consoled me that night over 3,000 miles of phone lines as I reeled in shock at the collapse of my former life. That love is better than anything Hollywood could ever give me. Even better than an Oscar? Hell, yes.
For a look back at that fateful day, check out the Pot Committed classic "I gave Hollywood my twenties and all I got was this lousy severance check."
4 comments:
I love this post. Not to get all "things happen for a reason" on you but...well, they do. Many bad things in my life were followed by openings and happiness that didn't existed before. I'm glad you are experiencing same. :-)
I can't believe it's been four years! Just not possible.
I went back and read the old post and the comments--laughed that comments by Daddy and Derek were removed by the blog admin.
Four years?!?!?! I recall reading the post the day you shipped it. Nicely done. My regards and thoughts to the both of you!
This post is good. I read the back story and the whole thing moved me. What a bunch of pricks; my ignorance of the situation is clear but still. Probably sounds like Bullshit, but your experience is inspiring.
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