A familiar worry is percolating in my dome this weekend...

I have been called in to do an audition for a professional show (read - a show that rehearses during the day).

I have a day job that I really, kinda love and that I need to be there for.

Will the worry over a potential scheduling conflict sabotage my ability to give a good read or will the freedom of knowing it would be super inconvenient release me from the pit of expectation?

In my experience: neither.

This particular worry is such a persistent theme in my career that I am almost convinced I should be paid to support it. Like the guy who did the silly dances all over the world and is now sponsored by some candy company.

I realize however, that there is no need for this thought process...it does no good, it does no harm. It is just there like a skin tag under your boob.

So I hereby release it, I put this thought like a fart in a balloon and let the winds take it where they may...

Go...