A couple of years ago, I found myself overheated and full of blisters after parking my old VW Cabrio convertible way down the street in Hollywood as I walked to an audition. I’ve learned now, after almost 5 years of living in Los Angeles, to wear my comfortable shoes but bring my beautiful shoes…you know, so I don’t have to struggle in heels while walking the streets searching for the right building.
On this particular hot, summer, Hollywood day, I hadn’t yet learned that little piece of wisdom. As I finally found myself at the casting office door, I paused for a moment to collect myself. My car didn’t have air conditioning, and I had been driving for 30 minutes in 100 degree weather. I was a sweaty, sticky, make-up running, frizzy haired, blistered wreck. I don’t have these moments often, but in that very moment, I found myself feeling so defeated and wondering if it was all worth it. I mean, I knew I looked awful. I was a mess. Even so, I mustered up enough dignity to walk into the room.
When they called me in, it was for some promo/commercial thing. They weren’t very specific about the audition, and there weren’t any sides (lines) to prepare or memorize. As I walked into the audition room, they explained to me that this would be an improv audition. They just wanted me to talk about how grand it would be if I could walk down a red carpet everyday for the rest of my life. To be honest, I’m not sure why I’m going into so much detail with you. I don’t know what exactly it was that made this audition so significant, but something about it stuck into my mind and simply wouldn’t exit.
Confused, I asked, “If you don’t mind explaining a bit further, what do you mean by living everyday walking down a red carpet?”
The irritated casting director replied, “Think about a day like today. If you could just walk down a red carpet, feeling glamorous, sexy, and filled with fame and glory…everyday…forever. Paparazzi everywhere, people screaming your name. Just think about that…and…go…do your thing.”
This was such a funny description to me. Surely, I went along with it and did my audition. But in my mind, very different thoughts were swirling around. You see, I have had my moments on red carpets. Hair and makeup done, glamorously uncomfortable outfits, super tall shoes, smiling for photos. It can be extremely fun for work…on occasion…every once in a while. But something about “everyday” stuck with me.
Who would want that? To be phony, unable to talk, having to only smile, stand still, look sexy, and pose…everyday…forever.
You see, there is a time and a place for the red carpet…but I don’t think I want one in my home. I don’t think I want one in my heart. And I don’t think I want one in my soul.
Walking down the red carpet is fun and exciting for work, but everyday? Everyday I want to be the real me.
Our world has a really funny way of glorifying and making fame look so glamorous. If you can leave my blog page today remembering just one thing, I want you to remember that whoever you are is much more valuable than sex appeal, an expensive wardrobe, uncomfortable high heels, or a red carpet. Let God choose the carpet that will lead the direction of your life. Who knows, it might just take you down a real “red carpet” at times, but the red carpet isn’t what should guide you everyday.