Life on Venice Beach (so far)

So, now that finding a living space is over it means I actually have to do what I came here for. Not that I don’t want to, I’m just utterly terrified. It’s like this giant jig- saw puzzle that you just sat down at after waiting what feels like your whole life for, knowing everything but how to start. The fact that I have like .9% of the reccomended patience limit does not help. My frantic little gerbil brain is running full speed on one of those little gerbil wheels that goes something like; finding new agencies (new, good agencies) requires having a great resume and headshots, having a great resume and headshots requires doing work and knowing people, doing work requires an agency. Having an agency requires… You get the picture.
So I stare at the jig saw puzzle slowly trying to put together colors that are sort of relatively similar and hope that I’m making progress while remembering that if all else fails I can always shave the back of my head and get a tattoo on it.