Finally I learned that all I had to do to snap out of it was just try the thing on. Thanks to shoulders two inches below where they should be (or a waist two inches too high), very few things that I pick up off the rack actually look good on me. They usually look horrible. And it is a huge relief when I look like a linebacker in the coat, or the shoes look and feel miserable (as they almost always do) on my wide feet. I am able to laugh at my folly and move on.
All that to say, I am going to a voice-over class on Thursday and a voice acting class next Wednesday. I'm quite sure it will be a terrible fit, but it's always been intriguing to me. When a castmate of mine at the community theater in Whittier was taking classes and getting a bit of work, I wished it were something I was looking into. And when my sister worked for an ad agency, she had a hand in producing some spots requiring voice-overs. She encouraged me to check it out.
So I am. And could any venue be less threatening than a community education course offered by a public school district? I think not. I hope not. Though apprehensive about the nature and extent of class participation that will be expected, I can't pass up the opportunity to put to rest the thought of, "I wonder if I could do that?" For all I know, I will have no interest in doing that. That would be great. As great as a $300 dress that gapes in all the wrong places. At the very least I'll get out of the house and have something to write about for a change.