Can I get a serving of angst with that?

Dear Lord! Yesterday I put my daughter on a plane to Los Angeles. My stomach was churning almost as much as it was the morning I put her on a ship to go to war. She's taking Step One to seek her fortune. In other words, yesterday was the first day of the rest of her life.

She's always wanted to be an actress. One thing or another has prevented her from pursuing that dream...either a sense of practicality, or a man in her life, or military obligations or...well, you name it. She's been dissatisfied with her life of late, and since she's got no obligations, no relationship and nothing going on here...she found herself a cheap airfare, a car rental place that would rent to under-twenty-fives...and off she went. She's only planning to stay two weeks this time, while she scopes out living arrangement possibilities and about a bazillion other things. Luckily, we have family in Santa Barbara, which will be her "headquarters" for this portion of the adventure.

Now...whether she can act or not - I haven't a clue. And, of course, there are thousands of other beautiful women trying to make it in the film world. I hope her brains and determination help her rise above the crowd. Many times in her life, I've seen her decide she's going to do something....and I'll be damned! She does it. This is a biggie, though. I'm excited for her...but scared to death.

So, for the time being at least...my stomach is still churning. This is hard.