I've Got Nothing To Say (but It's Okay)

I'm living the old movie trope of the struggling actor waiting impatiently by the phone hanging on the wall in the hallway of his rat-infested tenement building. Every waking hour is spent thinking about receiving the "life-changing news" that I'm the one. The chosen one. The new voice of Jack (in the Box). Luckily for me, I'm not that movie-trope-struggling-actor. Not getting this gig won't mean I'll go hungry, or go back to Kansas. But I still want the gig. Problem is, a person can only sustain excited anticipation for so long. So, after screwing conventional wisdom for the past couple of days, I'm exhausted. And I'm thinking maybe it's time for a return to the conventional wisdom of "letting it go".