Remembering to let my 10-year-old self grin

After I went through hair and makeup and wardrobe (where I had a fitting at the same time as an actress I recognized from two of my favorite shows) for a shoot today, the PA squiring me around said, "Let me show you to your room."  And when I saw it, I couldn't resist smiling:

Okay, so maybe they accidentally got rid of my last name (how very chic to have a middle name but no last name -- I wonder how the poster for Back to the Future would have looked announcing, "starring Michael J."...), but the 10-year-old me inside still got a stupid grin upon seeing this and exclaimed to grown-up (sort of) me, "There's a STAR!  You got a dressing room with your name AND A STAR on it!!"

Of course, ten minutes after getting in there, I felt totally isolated and decided to hang out where the crew was.  But *points and whispers*... my name and a star are on the door.

The moral of this not-quite-a-story?  Remember every once in a while to let your 10-year-old self take in the moment.  Because even if you're not where you want to be yet, chances are your 10-year-old self thinks where you are is pretty flippin' cool.