No matter how it went, I always celebrated. There was one casting office near Nordstrom’s that called me in a lot, and every time I finished an audition, I’d head straight there to buy a pair of fun socks. It didn’t matter whether I booked the job. Buying the socks was my way of saying, “You showed up.” So here’s my question for you: are you celebrating yourself enough?
There I was in Oklahoma, stuffing a swimsuit I didn’t want to wear into my suitcase. My daughter was about to meet her birth siblings for the very first time, and I kept reminding myself, “Meridith, this isn’t about you.”
