April Showers...
It's early April, however a June gloom has a strong hold on the skies of Los Angeles, the February winds have come back to Minnesota for an encore performance and the rest of the country appears to not know if it can trust Puxatony Phil anymore.
Not more than a week ago I wrapped my last movie, a great story called "The Bucket List." If you saw Jack Nicholson bald at the Oscars...yeah, that was us. And now I find myself in the all too familiar situation of unemployment/freelancing/"just inbetween things." So as per usual, I will return to Minnesota for a bit, eight days this time. Family, friends, and a bit of perspective perhaps, for this time unlike previous unemployments I'm honestly not sure what's next. It wasn't log ago that I thought I would be writing an entry speaking of my departure to NYC, though unfortunately a big part of that idea fell through. I could still do it without the aid of a free place to stay, though if that happens it will have to be a bit later now.
No I don't know what's next, I don't know where I'm heading off to, nor what I'll be doing next. All part of the adventure I suppose, though tonight I'd rather be going to bed with the feeling of knowing I'm going to soon be in a place that finally feels like home, and not just some place I'm visiting.
Soon enough I suppose, and so it goes, and so it goes...
Not more than a week ago I wrapped my last movie, a great story called "The Bucket List." If you saw Jack Nicholson bald at the Oscars...yeah, that was us. And now I find myself in the all too familiar situation of unemployment/freelancing/"just inbetween things." So as per usual, I will return to Minnesota for a bit, eight days this time. Family, friends, and a bit of perspective perhaps, for this time unlike previous unemployments I'm honestly not sure what's next. It wasn't log ago that I thought I would be writing an entry speaking of my departure to NYC, though unfortunately a big part of that idea fell through. I could still do it without the aid of a free place to stay, though if that happens it will have to be a bit later now.
No I don't know what's next, I don't know where I'm heading off to, nor what I'll be doing next. All part of the adventure I suppose, though tonight I'd rather be going to bed with the feeling of knowing I'm going to soon be in a place that finally feels like home, and not just some place I'm visiting.
Soon enough I suppose, and so it goes, and so it goes...
1 Comments:
Little Bro,
It's tough, I honestly don't know how you do it, bouncing from one job to the next with no net to catch you.
On the other hand, as the only of us three siblings with a full-time job, I can say that even so, it has taken me the past eight years to find a place that I feel at home. And still, still no guarantee for stability.
You have to sit down with yourself in a quiet moment and do some soul-searching _ there are times in your life that you have to ask yourself what is it that you really want.
Often the answer is not one that we like, something that we want, but fear or have tremendous reservations that we aren't up to pulling it off or seeing it through for whichever of the myriad of excuses that are out there for us to come up with.
And it all comes down to, do we take that leap, that risk and see where it leads us? Do we find it in ourselves to go for that which we really want, and accept it for what it is, whatever reservations we may have and move on? Or do we stick with the unsatisfying security of that which we know.
God knows I don't have the answer. But, looking back over the past couple of decades, I can say there were times _ and I can recall them clearly _ when I did just that.
You never find the perfect situation, but with a bit of luck, guts and lots of hard work _ with some character thrown in _ you can find a way that you can call your own.
Enjoy the Homeland.
Love aus Berlin,
ME
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