It’s so strange.
I had often thought about my life in the future, of when I’d be a “serious actress” and would have actual credits. When I was in high school, I had been naive enough to believe that it would happen within the first few days of stepping down in New York or in Los Angeles, or whatever other fabulous city I had ended up in.
Never in a million years had I ever thought it would all start in tiny little Pittsburgh.
It’s still weird, going to that page, seeing my name, seeing an actual credit underneath my name.
You dream things, impossible things, fantastical things, and you dream them with the quiet knowledge that they may never come true. That they probably won’t.
At least, I always had.
Which means that nothing quite prepared me for the frantic message from a friend that I officially had an IMDb page. I’m still in shock.
I mean, how does one react to seeing dreams come true?
Not that this is an end for me. Quite the opposite. Earlier today, I had been having doubts about my life choices and where I was and what I was doing. If anything, this was the equivalent of throwing gasoline on a dwindling flame.
I can’t wait to move in two weeks from now. I can’t wait to start taking classes, to start auditioning, to start taking this city by storm.
I’m twenty-one years old, and my first movie is in post-production.
The only way to go from here is up.
