I don't exactly remember when I formed the thought "I am lazy" as part of my mental repertoire. It seems like it's just always been included in my thought loop. Up until last week, I told myself that lovely phrase almost everyday. Sometimes for greater impact, I even said it out loud AND used my … Continue reading Turns out I’m not lazy. What?!?! (and neither are you)
Compare and Despair became my companions early on in my life and I have yet to figure out how to get them to quit hanging out with me. They have over stayed their welcome even though I don't remember inviting them to my house. A Dynamic Duo. Always together. Sometimes they are lounging on the … Continue reading Compare and Despair
The above is an excerpt from a rejection email I recieved for my documentary film. In total, I received 21 similar emails. Everyone's decision was difficult. Everyone was sorry. Everyone rejected my film. It's been several months since my last rejection email and reading the excerpt still makes me sad. Usually my endeavors turn out … Continue reading Rejection Is Hard — Every Time
One day I did a photo shoot with my rubber ducky. It just seemed like a good idea at the time. I took her (yep, it's a her) to the upstairs bathroom and shot her with a lens that would give the photo lots of bokeh. You know. That blurry, dreamy background look. Overall, she … Continue reading Today’s the day. I’m coming clean.
Standing in line to order hot tea, I heard him. The sound was incessant. Loud. Really loud. People around me were laughing. I was laughing too. Once I had my tea, I started walking to try and find the source. Several yards away I found a spot where the crowd was looking up. Looking up … Continue reading A Horse, A Dog, and Bill Murray
"Does she act like this with other people?" I asked. Hopeful. "Nope! She only gets that excited when she sees you." Nick said. I bent down and started petting her head. Scratching her tiny tummy. She was wriggling around, tail wagging frantically, her eyes staring a hole through me. She loved me. Her eyes were … Continue reading No One Wanted Her For Christmas
"Buy the pants." he said. I stopped cold. The voice had come from inside my head. No one was around me. "Buy the pants." he said again. I looked over at the mannequin. She was too thin, too tall, her body contorted into a perfect fashion angle and she was wearing pants. Purple pants. And … Continue reading David and His Purple Pants