So…I kind of went out and got myself three jobs. I went from working the occasional waitressing shift, doing various odd jobs and writing for hours at home. I had time on my hands. My cup runneth over with time to luxuriate over my ideas. Now I’m driving all over town to my revolving door of gigs. My head is full of non-reflexive thoughts, my brain is running overtime, but it’s all on exciting work stuff (exciting to me, explaining my work to you would be like trying to explain last nights dream–“It was the house I grew up in, but not, and it was my dad but he looked like Tony Danza, but I knew he was my dad”. Blech). Don’t get me wrong, I am loving every minute of it. But I most certainly returned from holiday to a completely different life. I’m just now catching my breath. For the first time ever, I very seriously considered not blogging. Not even posting a video, a picture. Nothing. And then I thought of the 1988 classic “Working Girl“.
I can’t tell you how this applies to me, just that I was almost too busy and tired to blog, and that the thought of all that big hair and the iconic running shoes/shoulder pads combo, that brought me back from the brink of my flat-lining motivation.
So, don’t thank me, thank Melanie Griffith in her pre-Antonio tattoo, pre-giant collagan lips, pre-wax statue in a sauna heydey. Okay, and thank you Joan Cusack, your hair is pretty amazing as well.