Who needs COCAINE when you have yr art?!

 

You're back in the game
It's callback time
5 songs to learn
8 sides to prepare
10 hours til audition mode

You're on 4 hours of sleep
You're pumped up with affirmations

You ignore your criticizing ego
You get present
You smile bright

You give it your all

It’s go time!! And you’re flying HIGH!!

And then...

They ask you to only perform 1 song out of the 5 and only 1 side out of the 8.

You're still hopeful…

And then... You're CUT.

Down you fall...

Fall

Still…

Falling

You hear the echo of your affirmations fading...

And the ego's chatter becomes louder, louder, and louder!!

Crash!! The artistic cocaine high has worn off.

Your  feet hit the ground. The dream of booking this gig dies. You're too old to cry. Too old to have a tantrum. Too old to call your mom... oh wait.

Who signed you up for this hangover?

Who signed you up for this gutter feeling?

Who signed you up for this pain?

YOU did.

So now what?

Ride the emotion. Force yourself to stay present and active. Go take a yoga class, have coffee with a friend, hit up an open call, go out for karaoke… Keep active, to avoid the EGO’s nonsense, because it loves to remind us, we SUCK.

But its the EGO that really sucks.

Remember, you got up and faced your dragon head on. Dragon aka FEAR. And you’ll continue to do so, because that’s what you signed up for as an artist. The cubical dude doesn’t fight his dragon, instead it festers inside of him… and will eventually erupt… hopefully in time for him to still share his art with the world.

Every NO, is just one step closer to a YES, and a Tony, and an Emmy, and a Grammy, and an OSCAR.  Or something like that…

So ride the artistic cocaine high a little longer, because your YES is waiting.