The challenging quandary of direction and purpose.

It feels a little odd to be at this age, a little unsure what my next best steps should be, feeling like there is a great deal of potential and opportunity to take a hold of and not really sensing the clearest path to take. I have been so invested and focused on my work over the last few or so years that I had taken a much more myopic perspective of anything outside of the cocoon of said work. I definitely felt like I had found my place and also had an accompanying feeling that it would essentially carry me long into the future in a somewhat consistent form despite the underlying core being a somewhat irregular, fickle thing to begin with. Therein dwelt the seeds of my new perspective and the need for new direction... the challenge I now contemplate. So much to consider. So much to carve away. So much to dream about.

Checkin' in along the way.

It has been as busy as expected but I probably could have been a bit more productive on the blogging anyway. I haven't been as exhausted as expected and even though my brain is usually pretty zapped I would say it is still better to write something than to do nothing. If anything, the practice of writing while brain-zapped would be good exercise... even if it isn't particularly creative. There's definitely something to be said for the importance of consistency in general, as well. Consistency is rarely recognized audibly as the important virtue that it is even though inaudibly(or by actual actionable praise) it does seem to be quite appreciated. Anyway... it's a good thing. People need to try harder to improve that aspect of their characters, in my opinion. And now that I am recognizing my rambling nature I will bid a farewell before heading off to bed/floor.

A better understanding of change.

This is something that really only comes with experience and time. The longer you live the more you see change and as long as you have any sort of memory you will being to really recognize how different things can become. I have had it emphasized recently as I have hung out with people I have known since my early teenage years. People, places, passions... they can all seem disconnected they have changed so much. Luckily there always remains some threads of continuity and consistency. We all, despite how different we are now, have a core that truly doesn't change... even if only as it connects us from our past to our present.

The next month or so will be a mess.

Due to my intense schedule of post-production duties I will basically be out of the loop almost entirely until the middle of August. I will try to drop in here to add my remarks as often as my energy level can keep up but really have no idea what sort of frequency to expect. This sort of thing happened when I was in production earlier this year but that was definitely much more physically demanding than what I am delving into now... so I guess I'll know how it goes after it happens a month from now. Hindsight's excellent vision is something to behold! Ha.

Climbing into the cave.

I am bringing my computer setup back to the house for the time being and it gives me a bit of a trepidatious feeling to think about my quality of life when my setup is here at home. I wouldn't think that it is an inherently bad thing, generally speaking but I do recognize that I have a ton of work to do over the next month and doing it all within the confines of my dark, small bedroom is not a very appealing prospect, to say the least. There is much to do and not a lot of time to do it. I suppose I could look forward to the challenge of making the experience better than I initially expect it to go. I guess that time will only tell with this one.

Creating a mark.

I have been thinking about the lasting effects of art, lately, and how art is something that is eternal in nature. Once it has been created, in its original form, it will exist forever. Whatever it expresses by its creator, the very nature of its human emotional construction, also will exist forever. It may be interpreted differently be each person who views it, varying through time, circumstance, and personal relevance. The level of its connection will always vary broadly, as well. All in all... I think I have much to learn about art. It is a never ending well of experiential understanding.

The generosity of a corporation.

It is an odd, generally unknown event the way my experience has been. But when it happens it happens and I am always grateful for it. I have a good deal of negative experiences to draw on for context and emphasis. Thanks, GoPro, for being a buddy!

International Independence.

An interesting concept. I don't really understand it but I am grateful for what our country has become... maybe because of it. I have basically waltzed through life thinking I know what it is but how could I? I certainly don't know what it is not. I have guessed, assumed I understand... I have been wrong. But that's okay. I can't be expected to know that which I can not know. I trust it well enough and that's fine. No need for perfection. Assumption isn't nearly as bad as everyone makes it out to be. So... what is international independence to me? I'll assume it has afforded me that which I call freedom... that which I live by until otherwise informed.

Helping the car be happy.

I've known it needed repair for quite some time but now that it's fixed I really know it needed it. It sounds and drives noticeably better to a very large degree, I'd say. Not quite to the level of saying it feels like a new car but not too far off of that sentiment either. Sure, there's still one thing it would be good to get taken care of but I'm not too stressed about it at the moment. It's just nice to be on top of things with my car. Always a good feeling.

Digging in on the edit.

I'm really more of a shooter than an editor but it does feel good to get a clean little edit under the belt once in a while. I'm only through one of the rough cuts, with a couple more to crank out tomorrow, but it seems like it'll be a reasonably smooth project if I just pay attention to what I'm doing. And I can even make a little money along the way. Fun money!

Bumble bees ain't got nuthin' on me.

'Cause I've been so busy I can hardly remember what I've been doing. Ha. Now I need to be sleeping so I can possibly remember what the heck is going on. Whoop whoop!