Have you ever had someone call your bluff?
I have. And it’s making me nervous.
Years ago in
I took one of those jobs that actors take to help pay the rent. And although the job was short term (handing out Virginia Slims cigarettes at Kennedy airport – remember those days?) that gig had a long term impact on my life. New York City
Two other young women had also been hired to hand out cigarettes. One of those women was tall. I took an instant liking to her. We decided to stand together in one section of the airport (Two Tall Women) while the other woman (okay, she was short) went off somewhere, never to be heard of again.
The second day of work all of our cigarette samples were stolen. Our boss told us to keep showing up, more samples would be delivered. They never were. Instead Jayne and I had a two week long coffee break. We discussed everything from our current relationships (hot, volatile, bleak, so very 20’s) to our long term aspirations (grand, large, filled with confetti and glitter.)
I’m not sure we actually discussed starting a theatre at that time – but I know I would have been nodding my head and saying “Yes, great idea!” if the topic had come up. So it was at a little coffee shop at JFK that the seeds of the Flying Anvil were first planted.
Flash forward to 2011. I’m in the process of moving to
. Jayne and I are in the process of starting a theatre. I’m excited. I’m scared. My bluff has been called. Knoxville
I found an entry in my journal yesterday that says “In order to succeed beyond your wildest dreams, you need some wild expectations.” We’ve got those in spades. Now let’s see what cards we’re dealt.
Have you ever had your bluff called? How did you respond?