You know why at the end of your life should you assemble thousands of pages of 'Why am I so sad why am I so depressed?' Instead assemble thousands of pages of why you're so content.
I was asked to act when I couldn't act. I was asked to sing 'Funny Face' when I couldn't sing and dance with Fred Astaire when I couldn't dance - and do all kinds of things I wasn't prepared for. Then I tried like mad to cope with it.
