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		<title>The “why” behind the path not chosen</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2011 05:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[From a young age, I got enjoyment from entertaining others. “Picture this”…(a heads up, I tend to quote lines from my favorite sitcoms like Golden Girls)… I was 5 when my nana Martell took me to a children’s holiday show.   To fully appreciate the story, you need to understand her.   Three things about my nana.  [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>From a young age, I got enjoyment from entertaining others. “Picture this”…(a heads up, I tend to quote lines from my favorite sitcoms like <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088526/">Golden Girls</a>)… I was 5 when my nana Martell took me to a children’s holiday show.   To fully appreciate the story, you need to understand her.   Three things about my nana.  She was a majestic English woman who always dressed to the nines and often said the word “bloody.”  She loved her cigarettes and tea…and three, she was VERY neurotic and worrisome.   Many of my phobias come from her.   Germs for one.  Never touch a bathroom door handle.  Also, don’t forget to check nearby bathroom stalls before entering one (did you see the movie <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112722/">Copycat</a>?). She always thought someone was out to get her.   Double checking…no…triple checking the stove before leaving the house.  I could go on but I digress.  Back to the show…The layout of the auditorium was such that the kids sat up front and adults in the back, meaning my nana had to leave me alone.   Not sure how, but she walked back to her seat. (I was told later in life that letting go of my hand gave her a mild panic attack.)  At some point, she looked back and I was gone.  Panic set in and she started screaming my name while running up and down the aisles.   A few minutes go by……can you guess where I was?  On stage.  Dancing!  (And shortly after, we were standing outside the building – my nana needed a smoke.)   This was my first memory of wanting to make people smile and laugh.</p>
<p>I know what you’re thinking now.  I really do.  Why didn’t I pursue acting years ago?  Why now?  Until recently, I believed I had a good reason.  Our childhoods shape us steering us in a certain direction.  Mine certainly altered the path I followed in life.   My father left when I was six, leaving mom to raise my newborn brother and me alone.   Something else …my brother was born with a collapsed lung.   They didn’t have the technology then so doctors said he would probably die.  He survived!  After several months in an incubator, mom and I took him home.   He was truly a miracle baby.    So, there was mom on her own with two kids and no money.  She struggled for years working multiple jobs to keep a roof over our head and put food on the table, on top of dealing with the baggage that comes from divorce and single parenting.  I have a deep respect and admiration for her – she did her damndest to maintain a level of normalcy and strength, and despite being a single parent, worked hard to provide for us in material and intangible ways.  I know this is not a unique situation but it’s an important part of my story.</p>
<p>I was NOT going to have those struggles.  One of the most important lessons I learned from mom was never to rely on a man…..or anyone for that matter…..for financial security.  I would be self-reliant.  So, I went the more prudent route, the fastest path to getting there&#8230;college, internships, the business world.  I did not hop on a train to NYC to live the life of a starving actor (who often waited tables to pay the bills).  I chose financial security.  Don’t get me wrong… I would like to have money again, but it’s NOT worth sacrificing happiness.   So, here’s to my new “path!”</p>
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		<title>Reaching for the brass ring</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2011 05:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Life is a set of odds that lead you down your path….a series of events with given probability, right?  When mom was pregnant, I could either have been a boy or a girl – 50/50.  Would I be blond and blue eye’d – 70/30? (Turns out yes, and yes.)  So fast forward from birth and that probable outcome, and here I am.  30-something.  I just ditched my high-paying career, left my life’s belongings in a 10x12 storage unit, bought a one-way ticket to Hollywood to chase a dream – I’m going to be an actress!!!]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote><p><em>(Merriam Webster)<br />
odds Noun (plural)   /ädz/<br />
1a archaic : inequalities b obsolete : degree of unlikeness<br />
2a : an amount by which one thing exceeds or falls short of another </em></p></blockquote>
<p>Life is a set of odds that lead you down your path….a series of events with given probability, right?  When mom was pregnant, I could either have been a boy or a girl – 50/50.  Would I be blond and blue eye’d – 70/30? (Turns out yes, and yes.)  So fast forward from birth and that probable outcome, and here I am.  30-something.  I just ditched my high-paying career, left my life’s belongings in a 10&#215;12 storage unit, bought a one-way ticket to Hollywood to chase a dream – I’m going to be an actress!!!</p>
<p>My odds? Not so good.  Competition is brutal, and that’s an understatement.  I’m competing with hotter, younger, more experienced, and connected people.  I’m at the very (did I say, very?) bottom of this enormous mountain to climb, looking straight up at a 90-degree angle.  I know no one here – I feel so alone.  No friends.  No family.  Can I do this without their support nearby? You don’t need to tell me, the odds are bad….no, daunting is more like it.  Change is hard enough but tack on the odds of my success and I’m completely overwhelmed.  Yes, I know (and many have been sure to tell me just in case I wasn’t sure), “it’s impossible!”  YES, I KNOW!  I wasn’t born yesterday (as previously pointed out I’m 30-something).  Ok, we’ve stated the odds.  Got it.  Thanks.  I’m a realist and understand what they are.  But you know what?  I won&#8217;t look back and say &#8220;what if I had moved to LA? Who would I have met? Where would my life have taken me?”  No matter what happens, this is an adventure&#8230;a journey.  So I’m fighting to stay positive and optimistic, in the face of what feels like insurmountable odds.</p>
<p>The same questions run through my head.   I’m here, now what?  Can I beat the odds?  I’ve been successful before, can I do it again?  I can’t answer these now.  I try to remember the people who were given a slim-to-no chance and beat the odds like <a href="http://www.lancearmstrong.com/">Lance Armstrong</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oprah_Winfrey">Oprah</a>, <a href="http://www.usatoday.com/sports/football/nfl/2009-04-23-michael-oher-cover_N.htm">Michael Oher</a>, <a href="http://www.squidoo.com/curebreastcancer">cancer survivors</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEc0gko3ju0">quadriplegics </a>who were told they wouldn’t get out of the chairs…&#8230;and did!  What’s the commonality?  They all had tremendous passion to succeed despite the odds.  I have this!  They can do it, why can’t I?</p>
<p>So, I am hopeful about this improbable journey (at least for now).  I will stay focused and do everything it takes to achieve it.  But, I am pushing forward with the belief that it’s about pursuing the goal in the first place.  There are times I think I’m crazy and question my decision….AGAIN life is a journey.   I need to remember&#8230;..the final destination is important, but not as much as enjoying the ride.   I hope Damn the Odds drives you to reach for the brass ring.   I believe reaching for it IS worth it.  For me, who knows what the future will bring, but I hope you stick around to see!</p>
<p>&#8212; Kristin</p>
<p><em>Kristin is an aspiring actress who recently relocated to Hollywood.  She is the creator and editor of Damn The Odds.  Her <a href="http://damntheodds.com/who-is-kristin/kristin-martell-resume/">resume can be seen here</a> and her <a href="http://damntheodds.com/who-is-kristin/kristin-martell-head-shots/">headshots can be seen here</a>.</em></p>
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		<title>Welcome</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 07:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Welcome to Damn the Odds.   Thanks for checking it out.   This is day one of my new blog, so I want to take a few minutes to introduce myself and Damn the Odds.  My name is Kristin Martell, and I’ll be the primary author (at least in the beginning) for Damn the Odds – stories about the improbable journey.

The first story I would like to share with you is mine.  2010 brought with it several life-changing events, which drove me to re-evaluate my life and ask some very tough questions.   What is truly important in life?  Am I happy?  Where do I go from here?   This profound questioning resulted in major revelation, and ultimately fueled my decision to make big changes in my life.  The launch of Damn the Odds coincides with my recent move to LA and the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one which will undoubtedly be a challenging journey.]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Welcome to Damn the Odds.   Thanks for checking it out.   This is day one of my new blog, so I want to take a few minutes to introduce myself and Damn the Odds.  My name is Kristin, and I’ll be the primary author (at least in the beginning) for Damn the Odds – stories about the improbable journey.</p>
<p>The first story I would like to share with you is mine.  2010 brought with it several life-changing events, which drove me to re-evaluate my life and ask some very tough questions.   What is truly important in life?  Am I happy?  Where do I go from here?   This profound questioning resulted in major revelation, and ultimately fueled my decision to make big changes in my life.  The launch of Damn the Odds coincides with my recent move to LA and the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one which will undoubtedly be a challenging journey.</p>
<p>I face so many hurdles, and what’s worse are the thoughts that constantly run through my head.  There are some days that I still can’t believe I did it.  I gave up everything.  I am starting all over.  Yikes!  When I tell people my story, I get such an overwhelming positive response.   It’s amazing.  Quite honestly, it’s part of what keeps me going.   And, they want to hear about my progress so I’m introducing Damn the Odds as a way to share my experiences &#8212; the good, the bad and the ugly – with everyone.</p>
<p>It goes way beyond me though.   I will be profiling other peoples’ stories and soliciting others to write in.  There are so many extraordinary people who sacrificed and fought for something that’s important to them despite overwhelming obstacles.  Their stories deserve to be told.</p>
<p>The idea behind Damn the Odds came from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Random-Acts-Kindness-Conari-Press/dp/0943233437">Conari Press’ <em>Random Acts of Kindness</em>, </a>a collection of true stories that describe acts of kindness and generosity.  The book’s message is simple and powerful – live a more compassionate life.   My intent for Damn the Odds is to inspire people to reach for their dreams, take risks, and make changes &#8212; no matter what the odds are, or what challenges are ahead – <span style="text-decoration: underline;">in order to live a more happy life</span>.</p>
<p>I would love you to be a part of the process and invite you to come back regularly and provide feedback.  I am counting on your comments.  Your questions.   I encourage you to tell me your real-life stories, or send suggestions about inspiring people you know.  My hope is that Damn the Odds becomes a growing community of people who are looking for and/or can provide support.   My philosophy is simple &#8212; I believe it is through sharing that we can learn from each other and inspire one another.</p>
<p>Please help spread the word and get the message out by promoting Damn the Odds within your circles.   Thank you in advance for your support.  I look forward to connecting with each of you!</p>
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