As a hopeful cynic, I have to remind myself to thank God, the Fates, Zeus -- whoever is looking after me. I've survived and thrived while others have withered.
I knew so many hopefuls back in Los Angeles who left, died, or dried up. It's sad when a small flame is extinguished. Probably why I've always liked the role of nurturing.
But pragmatically, my job has been a blessing and a box of onions. Thank you, God, the Fates, Zeus.
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