From acting, to working backstage Broadway, teaching, and even dabbling in beauty school, this author has embraced her life of new starts and never-ending learning.
At 28, I was older than most of the other students in beauty school when classes started. A few girls had just graduated high school, others already worked in salons. And then there were a few like me, people looking for a different way to make a living. I tried being an actor in New York City for eight years, to no avail. I found myself stuck in the dream machine, feeding money to the shady industry that dangled vague promises of success in front of hopeful actors like a carrot.
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