One In A Million

Today is Monday and we have been here for a week already.  Alina finishes a 3-day intensive class today.  Our hope that one of her auditions from last week will have resulted in a phone call today is probably unrealistic but hopeful is the word that pops into my mind constantly.

We are HOPEFUL that this trip will be of value in some way or another.

We are HOPEFUL that she will receive more auditions this week.

We are HOPEFUL that she will receive callbacks.

We are HOPEFUL that she will actually land something.

Yes, HOPEFUL is the word that most commonly crosses my lips and my typing fingers.

As I think about all of our hopefulness, I am sitting in a cafe in the very hip and cool neighborhood of Los Feliz in a fun little place called The Mustard Seed Cafe.  I have been here for 2 hours now and while employing my eavesdropping super powers, I have so far been sitting next to a man who was hoping to hear from a record producer, a young woman who was hopeful that a web series she has written will be picked up, and an actor who was hopeful that his last audition was better than he thought it was.

If I think about the fact that I could only hear one conversation at a time, and that there were many other conversations going on simultaneously, and that this is only one tiny cafe in a city full of cafes and restaurants, and that this is a huge city, I am concluding that there is a whole lot of hope going on.

Maybe I should view that as a good thing.  Hope is, after all, a positive kind of feeling.

So even though our hope is like a drop amongst the millions of drops that sprinkle this city, I will continue to feel that there are possibilities for Alina that will come about because of our visit here.

At least, I hope so.