FINALLY, looks like things will be slow enough the next week or so to get caught up on sleep, movies, and personal editing. National ad campaign finally wrapped up. Got several of the paid edits finished and uploaded for the client. Got several things on deck; picking one to start will be hard. Eh, not that hard. I have another tech tip to get done and another round table segment that are a nearly done and just need tweaked. Knock out the easiest things first, then move on to the harder ones. That feeling of accomplishment tends to be a motivator.
I want to amass a body of work in a shorter amount of time. The list of things I’ve started or promised to make needs to get smaller, faster. Whilst the normal feelings of obsessive-compulsive are a factor, another motivation gnaws at me with a sense of time, or lack thereof. It’s arbitrary and nonexistent, at least in terms of any verifiable source. There’s just a voice in the back of my skull putting all its weight on me to get done…. and soon.
Keeping my mind on the ‘work‘ (Gawd, it sounds so pretentious to refer to my film/video stuff as ‘the work‘), that’s what is most important to me right now. It’s the thread keeping me from slipping into the abyss.
That and teaching. I wrapped up a class module last night. Felt good as I graded tests to see that what I taught got through to almost every single student. To see that they used my oft-told metaphors in their essay answers made me proud.
The future ain’t written. I’m maintaining composure whilst bursting on the inside with a mixture of seething rage, blissful contentment, and a side order of wonderment. Could be worse.
“Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find. I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind”