It was like a revelation. and all of a sudden everything was ok again.

things happen for a reason, right? or at least she would like to think so.

all it took was that one moment of weakness.

she thought that maybe the best answer would just be to quit. that all of the signs over the past year and a half screamed at her, why are you still here? dont you understand, we throw all of this at you to make you leave?!?

and so she was going to quit. she had fully made up her mind. after this last show it was going to be good-bye. no more. the end. period.

and then he yelled at her. he yelled at her, and she couldnt take it, she broke down... completely. because the pressure was just too much to take anymore.

and so she took her aside, and asked what was wrong. and she told her, she told her through the sobs, through the pain, that she was done. she was done, and she wasnt coming back.

but that was not the answer that she wanted to hear, and she told her she was too good, and worked too hard, and loved it too damn much too just quit. she yelled at her. she yelled at her, and told her these things. and then held her while she cried.

and so she accepted her defeat, and decided it wasnt the end. maybe just a break.

and then today all of a sudden it all made sense. yes all of these horrible things were happening. and it seemed like everything was falling apart, but hell, opportunity was knocking at her doorstep.

how lucky was it that new opportunities were as close to home as they were?

what are the odds of that? what are the odds?

lucky. damn lucky.

so even though it may be tough, and even though it may be not exactly what she wanted, it is better than anything else she could ask for at the moment. and to let that pass her by would be pretty darn stupid.

sometimes, all it takes is a little perspective on the situation.

and a little bit of luck.

so this is what growing up feels like?