Challenges among friends.

It isn't an easy thing to face the people you like who at the same time directly oppose you in one way or another. Maybe it is one of the greatest challenges, really. How do you decide the correct path through the opposition? My personal example is something only I can speculate internally on but I have to say it is something I am quite unfamiliar with and do not enjoy. I don't believe it is necessarily something inherently bad to deal with, even... just another one of life's challenges... a challenge of a type with a particularly distasteful feeling.

Five months into the yeard.

It's a gnarly, unruly crop just shooting out of my chin in just about every direction. A curly mop of salt and pepper constituting the bulk of my body's follicular population. It hides a portion of my face, warms that same space by the same token, and changes the world's perception of me as a whole... a multi-talented little mess, I suppose. It's a small dose of fun simply reacting to reactions that it generates on occasion. One month away from the half-way point. So far, so good.

The holiday weekend warrior.

I worked all weekend like a fiend without a friend. It was a fun/challenging shoot for 66.6% of the time with a semi-relaxing trip into the office for the last 1/3rd of the time. The weather was awesome, the scenery was reasonably epic and the productivity was solid. Now, after everybody has returned from holiday, the week kicks off fresh with possibility and a good dose of humorosity, I expect. We are the makers of our futures... the crafters of our potentials... the shapers of what's to come in time.

It is great to get ahead of things.

Which might be one of the main reasons for planning. It is also nice to have a variety of safety nets for the predictably unpredictable ways of life. It kind of makes me wonder if the only way to truly prepare for every situation is by becoming the kind of person that always prepares yet always adapts to the unexpected anyway. It seems to have little with trying to control the situation and more to do with controlling one's self... which is probably about the oldest news any monk can think of. Old news isn't necessarily bad news, it seems.

The unfillable void.

It is generally a tragic thing when a person leaves this life unexpectedly. The people of deeper influence tend to leave a crater in their wake, however, something bigger than the sum of their life's parts, in a way. They have woven themselves into the fabric of their communities, stretching the threads of their character and gifts into the greater tapestries influenced by them... each thread an accent among the art they inhabit. An accent color, unique and irreplaceable, wholly indefinable without the context of the person from which they sprung. It is sad to see them go but it is grand to see everyone else rise up as best they can to lend each his or her own fibers and context. Never a complete patch but something beautiful and characteristic in its own way. A loose but valid attempt at closure of any kind.

Wandering back into the color.

I enjoy color grading quite a bit but don't make many opportunities to do it lately. I have a big crop of it ahead of me though and I think after my brief reentry into the fray today I will have quite a time of it soon. It should be a grand old time for sure.

Full on binging.

Maybe getting a Netflix subscription was actually a good thing for me just because it actually inspires me to take a day off. Not the expected effect but not necessarily a bad one... yet. Ha. It's good to dig into my career research, anyway.