Back to the land of the living

I am on the weirdest schedule now. My feet are puffy and sore. My face is angry from 12+ hours in makeup for days on end. I need about 4 massages to work this weirdness out, and I keep tricking out my jaw when I yawn. I have about 17 projects to catch up on and no end in sight to the onslaught of new ones.  Ah, the glamorous life.

The super-secret shoot I’ve been working on since Sunday was worth it, however.  Even the day I plowed through a 5:30am call, 12 production hours and high tailed it to Pink Door to do my 4 aerial sets immediately thereafter. The best part I reckon are the loads of amazing, lovely and talented people I’ve added to my list of acquaintances. That tends to be a heartening occurrence for me. The food was a close second. They fed us very well, and there is a lot to be said for taking care of your people like that.

I’m listening to Cat Power and prepping for the days ahead, so scheduled and packed I’m not really sure how I’m planning to get it all done and stay standing. I always do somehow, and often get it all done and more, so I’ll just trust that I know what I’m doing somewhere and press on. It was nice to go filterless for a while on a project I wasn’t in charge of – now, though, it’s back to the measured responses of an Executive Director. I think that takes the most work of all, some days.

I’m almost 30.

Take care of you’s, people.