I’m in the typical daze after a callback where you know you did fine–Good. Solid, even. I’m not one for hyperbolic adjectives–but you start doubting everything from the friendly pre-read banter with the director to your delivery of such things like your bone structure. Shake it off. It’s not in your hands anymore. It never was. Damn bone structure…
What a weird philosophy. It’s a fine line between healthy realism, insanity, and self-preservationist pessimism.
Prepare. Do your best. Don’t have hope. Move on. Do more. Probably work even harder. Commit to no other option except to rinse and repeat.
Now, a dinosaur on the other hand:
Wake up and eat the thing that disturbed your sleep. Walk past new tree. Watch the fire mountain for any discernible changes. Move on. Pay respects to the recent fallen at the tar pit. Move on. Tell yourself you love yourself. Note that the fireball in sky that is bigger than yesterday. Carpe Diem. Write a sonnet.