Perfectionism & the Saboteur

It was one of the first plays I’d ever auditioned for.

At sixteen, I was a college freshman, and my introverted self was struggling to connect socially. Drama wasn’t my thing, but I thought it would be a fun way to get involved and make some new friends.

The audition went surprisingly well. I reached down deep and drew out my inner diva (believe me, it took some digging). A few days later, I made call backs for the musical part of the audition! This should have been easy for me. I’d spent my high school years touring with our church choir and had even sung a few solos. I loved to sing.

But I bombed the audition. . .

Read the rest at my friend Amy Carroll’s blog!

The Windy Road to Our Dreams
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