I was back in Minnesota over the weekend (as I’m writing this, I’m waiting to board my flight back to L.A.) and it got me thinking about how strange and fortunate for us it is that we live at a time when we can move thousands of miles away from our home state, away from our friends and family, to pursue our artistic passions.
If you’re like me, and so many others in Los Angeles or New York, you grew up in a smaller city with very little information about getting into professional acting. That’s why so many of us end up studying acting in college—it’s what we thought you had to do to pursue acting after high school. Of course, you don’t. You can move to the big cities and join a great acting studio and get on your way faster, but no one taught me that in high school. I had to stumble into that information on my own.
And that’s part of what struck me while I was here in the Midwest; I made it. Somehow, I was able to muster up the courage to leave everything I knew and everyone I loved behind (except my girlfriend who moved with me; I’m lucky, I know) for a city that scared me. Somehow, I convinced myself that little, old me actually stood a chance of being a working actor in
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