It's not over till the fat lady sings.

I’ve agonized over these 2 weeks, not only about whether I’ve made it through to the next stage but about what I’m going to do if I haven’t? My self talk has swung between positive and negative predictions, preparing myself for bitter disappointment and at the same time visualizing life in the house and beyond. I even window shopped for what I would pick for my dream outfit. Now, just when I think I’ve experienced the longest 2 weeks of my life, an email has appeared informing me that the casting process had been extended and we have to weight (pun intended) another week. Thankfully my friend Erin was also lucky enough to get an audition. I say thankfully because I would have felt terrible if she hadn’t. After all it was her who encouraged me to apply again. Now she tells me she just found out that she’s made it to the final 40 and was undergoing medicals and psych tests…I know I haven’t made it. They won’t take both of us, we know each other and not only that but Erin’s audition was after mine so I should have heard by now if I’m through. She was confident that she did well...I was not. I don’t know why but I can’t give up the idea of getting in completely, I still need to wait and hear for sure. Always the eternal optimist I guess.

Later Taters xxx