Sometimes, I get very discouraged with the path I am on. The world of Theater and Entertainment is a tough world but even tougher I think on someone who is of color and/or a woman. Today was one of those days where I was feeling a bit low on myself. In searching for a suitable piece of large drawing paper for a score I have to bring to class tomorrow, I unzipped my art portfolio which was covered in dust from me not opening it in many many years. As I was filtering through everything, a note fell to the floor. I picked it up, opened it, and cried for about 10 minutes.
It was a note from my Grandmother, from 2003 given to me right after college Graduation. She says she's proud of me and goes into how much she loves me. It was just what I needed to hear. Like an angel from beyond a grave, she sent me this message to remind me to keep going.
Thank you stroke for causing me to forget receiving this 9 years ago and allowing me to see it anew. What a wonderful surprise.
What a beautiful small victory.
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