Will you know if you've failed the audition?
Whenever any of us takes a leap in life and doesn't meet with immediate gratification the cold, hard fact of failure being a possibility appears: -
What if, at the end of the day, it's not meant to be?How will you even know? How will you ever know? How long will you give this adventure and what needs to happen to trigger your retreat to some safer place? Will you stop when the money runs out or will it take that someone who you know genuinely loves you to burst into tears and beg you to quit? Perhaps your idea of success is more relativistic; what about the day you open the paper and see that all those second-raters you started out with have made it where you were planning to go? That poses a different question: -
What if, at the end of the day, it's not meant to be me?This is a harshly different proposition. It's bad enough for the idea that prompted the leap into the unknown to suck but so much worse if it's just you that failed the audition.
I don't know that I've got much positive to say about this scenario. There are those around you who love and care for you who will tell you to persist and others who will tell you with equally genuine love to give it away.