Get up, grab anything to wear, run to the station, hair a mess, baggie under my eyes, two shoes one sock. The train is on time due to some sort of miracle… perhaps the sudways Gods heard my plea, or read my blog. I sit down, take a deep breath, I think about her…I smile. I think about the future… I smile a little more. I think of what I need to do to get there… I laugh.
I do the same thing the next day and the next. One thing about these lengthy projects is that it puts me on a cycle. My mind and body go deep into autopilot that the days begin to merge into one long day and I lose the sense of time. Three days later and I still think it’s Monday.
On projects like these I try to focus on the end result. I think about where this film will take me. I’m delighted with all the people I meet. I’m excited with all the places I had the chance to see. I’m grateful that I was a part of it, even though sometimes it was madness.
Now I sit on the shuttle bus headed to set. The rain pouring, the traffic getting worse. I begin to think about my wife again… I smile. I begin to think about the future… I smile a little more. I once again think about what I need to do to get there… And I laugh. I laugh as loud as I can. Until tomorrow.