between the moon and new york city
I haven't updated this in approximately a million months, but I'm still alive.
I went out to L.A. for basically forever after my job ended. I hung out with my sister and Clr. I saw Mark Boal speak at a Writers' Guild event. I saw Kathryn Bigelow go to the post office and Allison Janney go to the ATM. I was sad to leave.
I've been back in New York for two weeks and it feels really, really weird. I wish I looked at the skyline and felt...something. But I don't. So I don't know what that means. I realized once I moved to New York it's a wonderful place if you have a dream, a goal, a mission, but if you don't, it can be the worst place to be, because the people who do will push you out of the way so fast.
Once again I'm job searching. This is made even more difficult by the fact that I'm bound and determined not to work in reality TV anymore, but I'm unclear as to what I want my next job to be, exactly, so I'm trying to cast a wide net, but feel I'm failing miserably at it.
Even being unemployed, I realize I have enough interests (reading, catching up on TV and movies so I can blog about them, reading about how to make my blog better) to fill my time. It's kind of scary. Is this what being an adult feels like? I always feel so many of my interests get sacrificed when I'm working and I hate that about myself, because I feel like my interests are exactly what make me interesting, not my job.
I don't know. I want to travel more and write more and having to do some job I don't really care about in order to do those things doesn't sound particularly appealing, but c'est la vie.
I went out to L.A. for basically forever after my job ended. I hung out with my sister and Clr. I saw Mark Boal speak at a Writers' Guild event. I saw Kathryn Bigelow go to the post office and Allison Janney go to the ATM. I was sad to leave.
I've been back in New York for two weeks and it feels really, really weird. I wish I looked at the skyline and felt...something. But I don't. So I don't know what that means. I realized once I moved to New York it's a wonderful place if you have a dream, a goal, a mission, but if you don't, it can be the worst place to be, because the people who do will push you out of the way so fast.
Once again I'm job searching. This is made even more difficult by the fact that I'm bound and determined not to work in reality TV anymore, but I'm unclear as to what I want my next job to be, exactly, so I'm trying to cast a wide net, but feel I'm failing miserably at it.
Even being unemployed, I realize I have enough interests (reading, catching up on TV and movies so I can blog about them, reading about how to make my blog better) to fill my time. It's kind of scary. Is this what being an adult feels like? I always feel so many of my interests get sacrificed when I'm working and I hate that about myself, because I feel like my interests are exactly what make me interesting, not my job.
I don't know. I want to travel more and write more and having to do some job I don't really care about in order to do those things doesn't sound particularly appealing, but c'est la vie.