I'd reached a pretty low ebb today.  A series of unsatisfactory auditions, where either I wasn't pleased with my own work, or everything had seemed ok, but then I'd heard nothing.  Add to that, a stack of applications that had gone nowhere, and a growing suspicion that maybe I was just being grossly arrogant in thinking I had any future in this line of work.  Even auditions that had gone well were now subject to fine scrutiny as to what I'd done wrong, what I should have done better, etc., etc...

And then an email arrives.  From an audition a couple of weeks ago, which I thought had gone well, but which I'd pretty much given up on by now.  I'm going to the Edinburgh Fringe. 

Just like that, the world changes, self-belief returns, and I can accept the possibility that maybe I can do this after all.