spring cleaning
I recently had some time off work. Not sick time, this time. I mostly lounged around the house. Took my dog to the vet. Wrote.
A lot.
I wrote scripts for myself to push the short film I'm crowdfunding for and it seems like those reels and TikToks were at least somewhat successful. I'm writing the beat sheet of a brand new feature that's lived inside my head, fragmented, for a few months. I'm slowly putting the pieces together a little at a time each day.
It's felt good.
Then, in the final days of my break, I finally connected with friends in-person. I went into Manhattan for the first time in months to visit the MoMA for the first time in years. I drove a couple towns over to meet another friend for ramen. I returned home from both outings too tired to write, but so full. So inspired.
When work gets busy and stress creeps back into my life, I worry I'll forget to write. To socialize. To take deep breaths and big leaps.
I hope I never forget these things again.