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The Return of MackDiva

Have you ever felt like you were destined for greatness? It's like your potential is bubbling right under your skin, but releasing it would be too painful an endeavor. That's how I'm feeling today. I'm so desperate to expose my true self that I'm willing to slit my wrists and let it flow out.

Okay, before you start calling those nice young men in their clean white coats to take me away, hear me out. I'm stuck in two dead-end jobs and I feel like I'm gonna scream. My radio gig is cool, but I don't see any room for advancement. That doesn't sit well with me at all.

My teaching gig has the potential to be satisfying, but it's not. I have a boss who'd rather not be in his position, and kids who really don't want to learn. I sometimes think we need to crack their heads open and pour the knowledge inside. While there are some really good kids here, I don't necessarily think I have what it takes to get them where they need to be. In addition, I'm tired of the pettiness of the workplace.

Radio is one of the most volatile professions in the free world. With media mergers happening left and right, job security is obsolete. Since it's the only thing I've done for the past ten years, I'm feeling very stuck. Mind you, I've explored more options in the field than a lot of people have, but it's not enough.

With all that being said, my breakthrough is on the way. God is opening so many doors for me now that I've done the play. For one, I've met some really cool actors and singers who respect my talent, and I'm going to be working with one of my co-stars on her debut album. Pretty cool, huh?

More importantly, my confidence is slowly but surely being restored. My friends would probably be surprised to know just how insecure I can be -- especially when it comes to my gifts. When I was in high school, one of my nicknames was Whitney Dallas. However, as the years have passed, I've been feeling like my dreams of musical stardom were unattainable. Performing in Uncle Fletcher's Money has given me hope in my abilities again.

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