You've Gotta Toughen Up For It
So-kay. Life has been, how do you say....ridiculously crazy. 6 months of almost non stop work. its good for the pocketbook, and career, but quite trying on the body and mind. As I sit here in an extended stay america in sacramento, I am reflecting on the past few months/year of my life. It has been quite a blur. Blur would be an understatement actually, however, I am fresh out of other comparisons.
I finally am feeling that I am making progress in Los Angeles, and establishing myself. Something I've been frightened about for the entire run of my time here. I have joined the union local dealing with camera, and am gradually getting higher paying work, and meeting bigger assistants. All I can hope for in that regard is that I dont peak in the near future, but continue getting bigger jobs and meeting better assistants. Time reveals all though, I suppose.
It seems odd to say, but betwixt all of my ridiculous schedule and fun and play and work and etc., I have actually been able to reflect on my life quite a bit. It seems as though, even in the past year, there has been a big difference in my maturity level. Whether or not anybody else would notice, I cant say, but I can tell that there is something different. And I like where it's taking me.
I think that there has always been this part of my brain that is constantly telling me that I need a girlfriend, and I need somebody around. But I'm starting to realize, that that's not necessarily true. It is a nice thing, and a situation that I wouldn't mind dealing with, but is also something that I am beginning to understand is more difficult than I have made it to seem before.
Even though I am loving my time in LA, and working on movies, I have been thinking more and more about how I would love to move. I remember at the end of last year, or perhaps the beginning of this one, I wrote a journal listing all of the places that I would have liked to live for a year. I think I want to do that. Of course, now I'm going to be 4 places behind on my list, so it wouldn't end up being about 15 places in 15 years, but just 11. Who even cares?! Seriously. maybe not 11, but I need to move somewhere else. Im just too scared to lose what I have established for myself already in this short amount of time. I've had the strongest urge lately to move to either London, or New York City. Both would be amazing for obvious reasons. Hopefully sometime.
The strangest thing happened to me a couple weeks ago. I was sitting at a starbucks in encino, and a woman sat down next to me. this was not the strange part. she ordered her coffee, read her newspaper, and then made a phone call. after she made the phone call, which wasn't confrontational at all, but seemed nothing other than pleasant, she turned to me and said, "Don't marry young," and got up, walked out the door. It was quite an odd thing to say to a complete stranger, I thought, but somehow it has turned out to bring light to everything that I have been doing lately. That one random, seemingly ridiculously meaningless comment has been the basis of my thought process since then. Who knows what it really means, but I'm glad she divulged.
I finally am feeling that I am making progress in Los Angeles, and establishing myself. Something I've been frightened about for the entire run of my time here. I have joined the union local dealing with camera, and am gradually getting higher paying work, and meeting bigger assistants. All I can hope for in that regard is that I dont peak in the near future, but continue getting bigger jobs and meeting better assistants. Time reveals all though, I suppose.
It seems odd to say, but betwixt all of my ridiculous schedule and fun and play and work and etc., I have actually been able to reflect on my life quite a bit. It seems as though, even in the past year, there has been a big difference in my maturity level. Whether or not anybody else would notice, I cant say, but I can tell that there is something different. And I like where it's taking me.
I think that there has always been this part of my brain that is constantly telling me that I need a girlfriend, and I need somebody around. But I'm starting to realize, that that's not necessarily true. It is a nice thing, and a situation that I wouldn't mind dealing with, but is also something that I am beginning to understand is more difficult than I have made it to seem before.
Even though I am loving my time in LA, and working on movies, I have been thinking more and more about how I would love to move. I remember at the end of last year, or perhaps the beginning of this one, I wrote a journal listing all of the places that I would have liked to live for a year. I think I want to do that. Of course, now I'm going to be 4 places behind on my list, so it wouldn't end up being about 15 places in 15 years, but just 11. Who even cares?! Seriously. maybe not 11, but I need to move somewhere else. Im just too scared to lose what I have established for myself already in this short amount of time. I've had the strongest urge lately to move to either London, or New York City. Both would be amazing for obvious reasons. Hopefully sometime.
The strangest thing happened to me a couple weeks ago. I was sitting at a starbucks in encino, and a woman sat down next to me. this was not the strange part. she ordered her coffee, read her newspaper, and then made a phone call. after she made the phone call, which wasn't confrontational at all, but seemed nothing other than pleasant, she turned to me and said, "Don't marry young," and got up, walked out the door. It was quite an odd thing to say to a complete stranger, I thought, but somehow it has turned out to bring light to everything that I have been doing lately. That one random, seemingly ridiculously meaningless comment has been the basis of my thought process since then. Who knows what it really means, but I'm glad she divulged.