After an absolutely magical weekend, running for miles and miles up and down the rolling hills of Kentucky with a group of lovely strangers who became my friends, I started a downward slide, that spiraled into a crash by Friday.
It was another perfect storm of sorts. After finishing a film job, or doing something like Burning Man, or in this case the Bourbon Chase, I sometimes suffer a bit of a let down. The adrenaline and excitement that carried me through the event is gone.
This time around, I was also fighting off a minor cold which I finally succumbed to which prevented me from getting back into an exercise routine. Nobody appreciates grappling with some one who is dripping mucus on them. And the race had left me a bit sorer than I had anticipated.
Add to that the very daunting journey I had and still have looming in front of me, that being flying to Los Angeles and once and for all packing up our 20'x20' storage and hauling it back across the country for my fifth cross-country drive in the last 3 months. What we're going to do with all this stuff which we haven't seen in the last year and have lived without for the last five is something we've got to figure out.
Skye's education and future as she closes in on finishing her senior year of high school weighs on me constantly.
Mix in more than a little alcohol and caffeine and top it of with the decision to accept the job offer of leading a decent size feature and you have more than enough to tip the scales of what is most probably a bipolar personality into the depths of depression.
Early in the week, I was contacted in regards to my availability as a decorator on a film that would have me starting the week that I had been planning on making the dreaded aforementioned journey.
It was tempting, but I have had as a goal getting our stuff out of storage and to wherever for the last two years. I told them that the timing wouldn't work out due to previous commitments.
I was determined to either have the stuff in a safer and cheaper storage here closer to us in Atlanta or part with it as it's been in storage for the last five years.
A couple of days after that I was contacted to be the lead on the show. Timing was no longer a problem and I had been considering transitioning back to leading on a more regular basis, very much in order to help Skye get her foot in the door of set dressing and be there to give her a good start and mentor her along. The one major thing that was keeping me from diving back in was the whole matter of putting together a proper "kit", all the equipment that a lead should have to make the job go as smoothly as possible.
The last two shows I lead here in Atlanta, I borrowed, rented and cobbled together enough stuff to get the job done, but it certainly wasn't how I like working or what i wanted to repeat. But that meant a significant investment of cash and then having even more stuff to store and deal with when the show came to an end.
I took the show.
I went from very rudderless and churned up because I didn't have an idea of what I should concentrate on doing the couple of weeks I had before heading to LA, to feeling overwhelmed with having way too much to do before starting this job.
So I stalled and then beat myself up for not making better use of my time which only made things worse.
We got off to a late start on Saturday all a bit exhausted from the week for a variety of reasons. But finally we headed off for a little family drive up to the lovely mountains of Northern Georgia.
We were checking out the area because one of our possible solutions as to what to do with at least some of our furnishings was to get a nice little cabin get away and furnish it with our extra stuff.
We stopped off at a roadside apple store, the fruit type native to the region, not the one found in the mall and picked up a couple bags worth, one for eating and the other for one of Skye's famous pies.
We hit the road and were able to check out several little and not-so-little woodland get-aways. One was up a road that Skye and Cindy decided was safer to walk down than be in the car while I backed it down an incredibly steep, narrow and curving driveway. Prince agreed with them and yelped to get out as well, but I wasn't about to be completely abandoned.
Another was deep, deep in the woods; as in horror movie deep, even I agreed it was a little to far off the beaten path. And the last one we were able to get to was enormous and very nice, just a couple hundred feet from the boat launch on a lake that was far lower than normal, leaving a twenty foot wide ring of red earth to the water's edge.
It was a lovely day out with the family, but by the end of our road trip we realized that a mountain retreat was not in the cards for us.
By the time we made it back to Atlanta we were once again considering a variety of living situations, from staying where we were, to looking for something bigger to rent, to buying.
The following morning we did a drive-by at the local farmer's market opting instead of wandering around for local food we'd wander around for local housing options.
By now I was pretty exhausted and emotionally drained so I opted not to go to the Yoga/Beer-tasting event I had been invited to, or the monthly Union meeting, or the Clown workshop I had signed up for.
We ended up parking back at home and walking to an open house right down the street.
It had gone under contract that morning, but in a small world occurrence, the realtor showing the place was a friend of mine who had just become an agent in the last month. So at least it was nice running into her.
I was feeling better. The clouds were lifting and I was looking forward to the upcoming week instead of dreading it.
Even the super intense Walking Dead episode couldn't but a damper on my uplifted mood.