A couple of hits to my fragile soprano confidence yesterday have made me weepy today. I say fragile, but really, upon closer examination, I'm not. I'm pretty damn tough.
All of us are-- we have to be. Walking around everyday in an effort to maintain a good attitude, eat the right food so as not to turn into fatties, practice, work day jobs to pay for our health insurance and voice lessons and the endless round of audition trips, and then the rejection letters: ouch. I've gotten used to them, because you have to, but sometimes there's a particular combination of events that just remind you that you're not sure how much longer you can keep it up.
Go back for a masters in psychology? Take the LSATs and go to law school like everyone else in my family?
I can't. Not yet.