When I was a kid I was obsessed with flying.
Not only did I desperately want to fly but I believed that if I tried hard enough I could.
Why not right?
There was no doubt in my mind,
So I set about to my task.
I made a makeshift hang glider out of wood and blue tarp.
(only to jump off the roof of the jeep and twist my ankle.)
I made a contraption out of a towel tied with rope that hung from the porch rafters and suspended myself in it.
Belly in the sling, arms and legs outstretched I swung back and forth for "practice".
I jumped off the barn roof into piles of hay.
One time I even jumped off a 40ft bridge into a flowing river but alas, I never made it into flight, at least not in the way I had dreamed I could.
I may not have flown but I sure as hell had fun trying and I think this is the way I'm cursed (or blessed) to live my life.
Sometimes I set my sights ridiculously high but it's not always about getting what you want, it's about having a good time trying!
No wonder I chose to be an actor!
Trying to succeed as an artist can feel as impossible as trying to fly.
But it's absolutely fun to try!
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