The Waiting

Or… I Am So Close…
 
Or. Horseshoes and Hand Grenades
 
I, my friends, am still waiting. It’s like Waiting for Godot. But instead of Vladimir and Estragon, we have me (without eyebrows), an agent, and several production companies. But the plot remains the same. You, my audience can be Estragon who listens patiently as I prattle on about my career and the loss of my eyebrows.
 
Maybe I am getting too literary here. How about a different analogy? I sit at a bus stop, waiting patiently for a bus that may never come. If you have ever taken the bus, you know full well what I am talking about. You believe the bus is on its way, but this is life, and all sorts of things can happen to it before it reaches your stop.
 
Tom Petty once said:
 
“The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part.”
 
I wish I could tell you something that would make it all easier. But this is what we want to do more than anything else. I know that the more faith you put in the fact that a bus is on its way, the more disappointed you are when it never arrives. 
 
 
Little known facts: 
 
Eyebrows do not grow back.
 
There is always another bus.