You know amidst the ever-flowing changes of life, some things take a backseat. And while these changes can be inexplicably altering, they too can prohibit one from properly expressing his or her self in their typical way.
If you haven’t heard already, I’ve been working on a television show. Many of my readers are people I know and so to the dozens of you, this comes as no surprise. But to those of you who may only know me from this blog, I have been neglecting you… and myself. Continue reading
This past Saturday, I was making my usual rounds driving for Lyft. I usually let the rides dictate where I go for the most part, so I am able to explore this great county called Los Angeles (and sometimes, Orange County too). So when I got sent up to the Canoga Park area, I barely batted an eye.
After that ride was completed, I quickly picked up another woman with a few bags headed close to home, the Bob Hope International Airport in Burbank. When I pulled up to the curb, she frantically threw her bags inside and immediately apologized that this might be a terrible ride for me.
I began the #52PickUp series as a way to get in touch with my roots – into why I wanted to be a filmmaker – and so, I designed this neat way to revisit the movies that shaped my tastes and in actuality; me. I thought it would be fun to see how these films would hold up against my current interests. Truth be told, it was fun…
…For a little while.
Firstly, I had noticed that the view counts weren’t what I expected them to be– not that view counts were all that I cared about, but when some of the posts still have yet to receive a single read… it can be rather disheartening.
You know, lately, if I wasn’t so busy writing blank pages, then it sure seems as though I wrote an awful lot about depression. Yet there are always two sides to a coin and when you flip one in the air, you’re bound to see the other side eventually. It may not look like it when the damned thing is spinning so fast, but the other side – the face side – is there at the ready; in a moment’s notice.
I wrote a post yesterday about working through a depression regarding my financial & creative funks. The response was overwhelming, to say the least– well, on Facebook; I can’t for the life of me figure out how to get people to comment directly through WordPress. I wrote a post about the nurses’ strike one time that elicited several comments, but that’s about it.
The reason for the follow-up is that I wanted to demonstrate the effect that these responses can have on an individual experiencing such a low. We all scroll through Facebook and ‘Like’ or ‘Haha’ or ‘Sad’ or ‘Wow!’ a post about kittens and Trump, but we rarely talk to each other and never ask how anyone else is doing.
Jamie of GuyOnAWire.com, Not Quite Hollywood, and We Need Movies here. I wanted to give you all an update for my lack of content these past few weeks– and to a further extension; the past few months.
The short answer: Depression.
The long answer?
*Before you ask, no, the mattress isn’t purple in color.*
*Also, I have NOT been endorsed by the Purple Mattress Company in any way, this is an impartial review (but I would totally take them up on it).*
I haven’t slept on a real mattress since I moved out West to Los Angeles in early November. For the first few months, I slept on a futon that my temporary roommate had in her apartment.
Now, don’t get me wrong, it was a comfy-ass futon, so that was NOT a problem. But when I ventured out into an actual rental with my new roommate, I spent the past month on the floor with only a custom-knit throw blanket my grandmother made me, and a brand new pillow from Target. I didn’t know when I’d ever get a bed. Continue reading