OK, so the money woes haven’t subsided, but the ball has started rolling and hopefully things will pick up soon.
The commerical/print agencies that I started freelancing with have started sending me out – I’ve been on “go-sees” (auditions) almost every day the past couple of weeks, in addition to more and higher-profile auditions coming in from my legit theatre/tv/film agency. So I feel like things are picking up work-wise as far as what I’m putting out there, and hopefully it’s only a matter of time before I start seeing some returns coming in.
On the personal front, I’m being gung-ho about sticking to my workout regiment this cycle. I follow an online training program that goes in 12-week cycles – I started this summer and half-assed it then, but decided to start another one last month to do something proactive when I was feeling down, and I am seeing some nice results already after just a couple of weeks.
Most importantly of all (to me), I’m starting to really feel connected to this city. There was the novelty phase of things being new for the first month, then the post-partum of struggling to find my place the second month, and now in my third month here I’m starting to see the roots that I’ve been putting down take hold and the sapling is beginning to grow (if that metaphor makes any sense at all). I’ve made friends with a few people at auditions whom I would see over and over again, as well as also started randomly running into various old friends that I did and didn’t know were here, and making new friends as well. And possibly even a date or two is in the works.
To continue the (mixed) metaphor back to my money woes, I have started seeing some of the financial fruits of my labor as well – I booked a print job last week which is good for some bucks, and have started getting assignments from the holiday singing group that I’m a part of (we sing at private parties), and also I confronted my old landlord about the security deposit money he owes me and he is going to give me my money back!
Still need more/bigger gigs to pick up, and/or a regular “survival job” to come through to really become financially independent at this point, but that little money tree is finally starting to crack through the concrete (again with this awful mixed metaphor!)
Cell phone budget count: $-1,001 (On my credit card, yikes! I really need that security deposit money back ASAP!)