Final days
So this is my last week of university, potentially forever, and I'm writing what is potentially my last essay of university..and...well. It's kind of a strange feeling. There is a combined joy of completing such a monumental process, as well as a fear of what is to come. What I've been calling the great unknown, the void, and when I'm feeling particularly optimistic, the open road.
It was always my hope to graduate from a field which would offer me some sense of adventure. Film has never been a 9 to 5 job and that's part of the appeal. At the same time though, it remains open ended. Will I work in distribution, production? Will I work in Canada? LA? Toronto? Vancouver? I don't know. All I know is after this week is starts, whatever it is.
Creative people out there, tell me that there's hope. Tell me that everything is going to be ok.
It was always my hope to graduate from a field which would offer me some sense of adventure. Film has never been a 9 to 5 job and that's part of the appeal. At the same time though, it remains open ended. Will I work in distribution, production? Will I work in Canada? LA? Toronto? Vancouver? I don't know. All I know is after this week is starts, whatever it is.
Creative people out there, tell me that there's hope. Tell me that everything is going to be ok.