Thirty.
I know a lot of people turning thirty this year. Many of who are really unhappy about getting older. But so far, the only consistency in my life has been: things get better with age. And it’s true – every year gets a little better; every year is a little more exciting and successful. So I'm welcoming thirty with open arms and a big, friendly smile.
It wasn’t until my mid-twenties that I finally started setting concrete goals for myself. The biggest goal being to sell my first script before thirty, which I checked off the lifetime “to do” list this past January. Other things accomplished: went back to school, got my life and finances in order after my early-twenties relationship blunder, and met a good, stable guy. Rebuilt my relationship with my parents. Found some really good friends who I’m confident will be good friends for years to come. Conquered various fears and anxieties. Found a niche for regular performing that has sated the actor in me.
Looking ahead to the next ten years, I’d like to:
• Sell five more scripts.
• Work as a staff writer on a television series.
• Get married.
• Have babies.
• Buy a home.
Yikes – that’s a big list. But for the first time in my life, I know I can do it. All of it.
Happy Birthday, Me.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
C'est dur la but!
There. That's my one public attempt at Francais. Ever. Enjoy it - possibly mock it. I think I spelled it right, but I wouldn't bet money on it.
Before I begin, I would like to thank the lovely Christa at Purolator for making this coffee-fueled, peaceful blogging moment possible!
Ahem...
So the package to the NSI was shipped Friday. I checked, rechecked, triple checked everything, because I'm not only accountable to myself now - I'm accountable to my producer. So everything had to be flawless. The folks at the Totally TV program are quite particular that everything be "just so," and combined with my usually obsessive behavior on the subject of detail, presentation and accuracy, I was pretty certain that I'd covered all my bases.
At 3:30pm, I arrived at the Purolator depot and was assisted by a very friendly, helpful agent. She gave me two options for shipping - Monday at 10:30am for $34, or Monday at 9:00am for $42. For eight dollars difference, I thought the choice was obvious: early it is!
Except that it wasn't until late Friday night that I wondered: "Would there be anyone in the office to accept my package at that hour?"
Insert panic here.
Fortunately, Purolator is well equipped with kind, compassionate CSR's to handle nutters like myself. I spoke with a woman on Saturday, who was very sympathetic and advised me to phone back this morning if things on the online updater looked shaky. So when it was 9:00am our time, and no update had been made I decided it was time to calmly panic and contact them again. I was helped by a wonderful fellow named Tom, and then followed up with the aforementioned Christa; she confirmed that my package arrived safe and sound.
WHEW!
My life is always filled with calamity and drama, so it was no surprise to me that things came tumbling toward the finish line.
One down, one to go. Trying to organize my work for the CFC application now, which I'll need to send off on Wednesday. I did consider the very, very rare possibility that I might be accepted to both programs and be forced to choose (because I don't think either would jive with the other)... but honestly, I'm not sure which would win at this point.
On a side note, we caught a very, very, VERY late screening of Star Trek last night. Holy mother of all sweet godly film making - it was breathtaking. Can I refer to a Star Trek film as breathtaking? JJ Abrams is absolutely brilliant. So much tasty story. Nom nom nom.
Before I begin, I would like to thank the lovely Christa at Purolator for making this coffee-fueled, peaceful blogging moment possible!
Ahem...
So the package to the NSI was shipped Friday. I checked, rechecked, triple checked everything, because I'm not only accountable to myself now - I'm accountable to my producer. So everything had to be flawless. The folks at the Totally TV program are quite particular that everything be "just so," and combined with my usually obsessive behavior on the subject of detail, presentation and accuracy, I was pretty certain that I'd covered all my bases.
At 3:30pm, I arrived at the Purolator depot and was assisted by a very friendly, helpful agent. She gave me two options for shipping - Monday at 10:30am for $34, or Monday at 9:00am for $42. For eight dollars difference, I thought the choice was obvious: early it is!
Except that it wasn't until late Friday night that I wondered: "Would there be anyone in the office to accept my package at that hour?"
Insert panic here.
Fortunately, Purolator is well equipped with kind, compassionate CSR's to handle nutters like myself. I spoke with a woman on Saturday, who was very sympathetic and advised me to phone back this morning if things on the online updater looked shaky. So when it was 9:00am our time, and no update had been made I decided it was time to calmly panic and contact them again. I was helped by a wonderful fellow named Tom, and then followed up with the aforementioned Christa; she confirmed that my package arrived safe and sound.
WHEW!
My life is always filled with calamity and drama, so it was no surprise to me that things came tumbling toward the finish line.
One down, one to go. Trying to organize my work for the CFC application now, which I'll need to send off on Wednesday. I did consider the very, very rare possibility that I might be accepted to both programs and be forced to choose (because I don't think either would jive with the other)... but honestly, I'm not sure which would win at this point.
On a side note, we caught a very, very, VERY late screening of Star Trek last night. Holy mother of all sweet godly film making - it was breathtaking. Can I refer to a Star Trek film as breathtaking? JJ Abrams is absolutely brilliant. So much tasty story. Nom nom nom.
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