I don't even know what to call this post...

It's been an interesting week.  Late on Tuesday, I found out that I got cast in a commercial or a "webisode" to air online that was shooting on Wednesday.  Not the greatest pay, but hey, it was a step in the right direction.  I didn't even have to audition; the commercial was just cast from our headshots.  I was quite excited.  I mean this will only lead to bigger and better things right? I was already polishing up my acceptance speeches. 

Well, long story short, because I don't want to dwell on this, I show up for my 8am call and soon I'm getting my make up done.  Me and the four other women who are a part of the morning spot are called on to set a few times to figure out our placement on set.  During one "on set" visit, we were being shuffled around the counter in the kitchen where the scene took place.  At one point, I was told to step off to the side as the shuffling continued. Turns out, it looked too crowded around the counter, so I was cut from the spot.  Disappointing? Sure. But, I was supposed to be in an afternoon spot as well and not all the other girls were, so I thought perhaps it made sense to cut me and not one of them.  They gave me the morning off, but I ended up hanging out instead, and in fact, I had a great day.  The coolest part of it being the craft truck that had everything my little heart could desire!  Guys, they had Nutella!!  I mean, I didn't have any but how cool is it that they had it?!

Anyway, time comes to prepare for the 2nd spot and my make up gets touched up; my hair is curled and my wardrobe is approved by the client. I'm all set to go.  In fact, all seven of the actors being used for this spot are ready and waiting.  By this point, it's 5pm. I mysteriously get called into the other room and in about 10 seconds, this hopeful day turns out to represent quite the opposite when I'm told I've been cut from the 2nd spot as well.  Turns out they wanted the 2nd spot to be couples only, and there was one extra female and seeing as I was the only one who didn't get established in the first spot (because they ended up keeping most of the girls from the morning), I was out.  This is the explanation I was given.

I tried to handle it as graciously as possible and be as understanding as I could muster, because the poor messenger did truly feel awful about it, and I didn't want to hinder any connections I had made. But, of course, my mind went to a million different reasons as to why I was not put in the commercial. Some of them rational and some of them less kind and more self deprecating.  I won't go into those reasons here...I'm sure you can all use your own imagination. 

I do believe everything happens for a reason, however, I have gained no insight into this day yet.  Yesterday, I woke up still feeling quite disappointed and was second guessing my life choices and whether I have what it takes to do this.  Today, I'm choosing to just leave this odd experience behind and try to focus on what will come. The fact that I have an audition on Monday helps a bit. 

And, that's all I have to say about that. 

What would you have called this post?