I made a huge mistake, and it’s all because I didn’t listen to rapper Drake’s advice.
How could I not listen to Drake? I mean, just look at him. Look at how happy he is to be partying with Lebron James. He’s not just happy in that photo; he’s looking straight up euphoric. So how could I not take heed to his every word?
A few days ago, someone asked me what, on the surface, is a pretty simple question: What do you do for a living?” Instead of answering it the way Drake would’ve wanted me to answer- the way I wanted to answer (“I’m a voice actor, improviser, and sketch comedy writer)- I answered by referencing my old day job, in order to be more “safe.”
Here’s the thing about that old day job. It was a fun time, but I haven’t been there in over nine months! I’m not exactly up on the rules of job claiming, but I’m pretty sure that if I’ve been away from a company long enough to have a baby, it’s pretty safe to stop claiming it as my current occupation.
Plus, I love what I do! I get such a thrill out of giving silent stories a voice. I love turning a one-word suggestion into a 30-minute show. I get a real pleasure out of coming up with three minutes of the goofiest comedy that can spill out of my brain. So why, instead of listening to that angelic Drake on my one shoulder, did I listen to that dastardly devil on the other?
(And just who is Drake’s devilsh opposite, anyway? Is it DMX? Yeah…let’s go with that)
The reason that DMX’s devilish Where The Hood At took hold of my brain over Drake’s melodic Hold On We’re Going Home is because of a fear of being accepted. It’s the fear that I’ll describe to someone what I’m doing with my life, but it won’t be enough for them. That because I haven’t yet won an Oscar, an Emmy, a Tony, or even a Slammy, that I’ll be looked at as less than. Not good enough. A fake. A joke.
But here’s something that’s so easy for me to remember on some days, and so easy to forget on others: It doesn’t matter what you think.
Now, don’t get me wrong: I want you to love me. I want you to hear my voice or see me do improv or sketch comedy and think, “Yup, that’s the dude I need to hire. That’s the cat whose career I need to follow. That’s the guy who has it.”
But when it comes down to it, at the end of the day, I can’t do any of the things that I do with the objective of being loved, admired, or hired. I don’t do voice acting, improv, or sketch comedy to be accepted. When I say that I do these things for a living, I mean exactly that. I literally have to do these things to stay alive. The day I stop performing is the day I stop breathing, and it’s not because I’m being forced to do it, but it’s because I love what I do. I love it as much as DMX loves his dogs. And DMX loves. His. Dogs.
So for anyone in the same boat as me, I challenge you to challenge yourself. The next time someone asks you what you do for a living, know yourself. Know your worth. Turn down the DMX on your shoulder, and turn up the Drake. You’ll feel so much better that you did.
(But feel free to turn the DMX back up for ‘Ruff Ryder’s Anthem’- that joint will get you HYPE!)
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