They say you never really get over your first love, and for my friend Terry, her first love was acting. She was bit by the bug early in life and never could shake her performance needs. As her repertoire of characters increased and her dating pool dwindled, Terry found herself single, thirty and still living in a one bedroom apartment; it seemed her supporting roles couldn't support her. She thought about moving to New York and trying her luck on Broadway, or heading to Hollywood in hopes of becoming the next "It" girl, but neither seemed like a great idea considering her checking account had $12.00, and her personal affects consisted of three bridesmaid dresses, two plastic ficus trees and one '94 Geo Metro. No, she would have to make do with local commercials and online dating. It hardly seems fair considering love is supposed to conquer all, but try paying your bills with a valentine or having your tires rotated for a box of chocolates. If love does not conquer all and doing what you love won't pay the bills, how can a person expect to live a rich, fulfilling life? How can one love living when her living isn't what she loves? Are the two inextricably linked, or can one have a little of each, a lot of neither, yet remain completely whole?
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