Things on my lil burlesque DVD are finally starting to take shape... and I *think* I have the 7 SG models pegged for roles..
This is in many ways a celebration, but in others a bit scary.
It means this thing is moving fast... and I had better steer with meaning and not hit the curb.
I *try* not to stress too much about it... realizing I have talent and I have drive. I have ambition and I can have focus. But part of me constantly nags at the weaker moments of my ego and tries to drag me down.
Unfortunate.
How very human.
Dealing with the girls is wonderful. They are wonderful. They each bring somewthing unique to the project which has been welcomed greatly and I am hoping I can continue to provide them with the confidence I *hope* I have thus far.
But with the upkeep of duty-holding certainly comes the stress... and while I don't want to complain... the stress level is high. Buying props, renting the camera (which cost almost as much as my car- which is nice) organizing schedules, keeping people informed, providing music... So stressful.
But I do love it.
I do.
And now I am moving from my condo... to an apartment for a brief while until I move to Victoria or Vancouver... or Denmark... or stay where I am.
I honestly don't know where I'll be in six months. I just hope I'm happy.
My journals tend to ramble and for that I apologize. I often feel the need to over-explain... very much me. Like right now for instance.
I feel a weird peace right now. A lull.
*Sigh*
Not enough of those. Not. Ever.
Take a moment, huh? Realize that honestly whatever you are doing can go on hold for five minutes and just...
BREATHE.
It does wonders.
Thought of the Day:
Money is something that I never seem to have enough of. I go cheque to cheque- spending my earnings on dream after dream and fancy after fancy.
If you are like me- and broke- and trying to make it in whatever dream you have... realize how RICH you are.
I cherish my dreams more than an abundance of money... and as long as I have them- Those Dreams- I can sacrifice my financial comfort.
It is only when the number of dollars in my bank matters more than my personal and spiritual self-growth that I become truly poor.
Because it's moments like these... when I live parts of my dreams... when I take pride in my actions... when I feel accoutable for myself...that I know I am truly RICH.
This is in many ways a celebration, but in others a bit scary.
It means this thing is moving fast... and I had better steer with meaning and not hit the curb.
I *try* not to stress too much about it... realizing I have talent and I have drive. I have ambition and I can have focus. But part of me constantly nags at the weaker moments of my ego and tries to drag me down.
Unfortunate.
How very human.
Dealing with the girls is wonderful. They are wonderful. They each bring somewthing unique to the project which has been welcomed greatly and I am hoping I can continue to provide them with the confidence I *hope* I have thus far.
But with the upkeep of duty-holding certainly comes the stress... and while I don't want to complain... the stress level is high. Buying props, renting the camera (which cost almost as much as my car- which is nice) organizing schedules, keeping people informed, providing music... So stressful.
But I do love it.
I do.
And now I am moving from my condo... to an apartment for a brief while until I move to Victoria or Vancouver... or Denmark... or stay where I am.
I honestly don't know where I'll be in six months. I just hope I'm happy.
My journals tend to ramble and for that I apologize. I often feel the need to over-explain... very much me. Like right now for instance.
I feel a weird peace right now. A lull.
*Sigh*
Not enough of those. Not. Ever.
Take a moment, huh? Realize that honestly whatever you are doing can go on hold for five minutes and just...
BREATHE.
It does wonders.
Thought of the Day:
Money is something that I never seem to have enough of. I go cheque to cheque- spending my earnings on dream after dream and fancy after fancy.
If you are like me- and broke- and trying to make it in whatever dream you have... realize how RICH you are.
I cherish my dreams more than an abundance of money... and as long as I have them- Those Dreams- I can sacrifice my financial comfort.
It is only when the number of dollars in my bank matters more than my personal and spiritual self-growth that I become truly poor.
Because it's moments like these... when I live parts of my dreams... when I take pride in my actions... when I feel accoutable for myself...that I know I am truly RICH.
VIEW 15 of 15 COMMENTS
angelvanilla:
I know its early but theirs a Christmas Party
ondyne:
Well if you ever want to check out the big easy you always have a place to stay. It may not be Denmark, but it's OK in my book. I'm so happy the DVD is coming along for you! I wish you the best of luck with everything!!