I talked to my parents tonight, they called from New Mexico. I actually spoke to my mom briefly this morning, but this is the first time that I talked to my dad since I had confessed my intentions to go to Los Angeles and try for the Dream Job no matter what. I was pleasantly surprised (and a bit relieved) when my dad said that he was proud of me for making the decision and he thinks it's the gutsiest thing he thinks I've done in a while. They both agreed that if I want something that bad, I should go after it if I'm willing to bleed, sweat and cry for it.

So for a few months, I swallow my pride, I take a pud job and I live with my parents. If that's the sacrifice I have to make to get to where I want to be, so be it. The adventure begins, and I feel for the first time, I'm really taking a firm handle on my life and doing something I want to do, not just kind of aimlessly floating along or taking someone else's suggestion and just kind of halfheartedly running with it.