Of Metaphors, Realities and Surrealities
It's 4:30 a.m. as I write this. My printer is spitting out maps and images of concepts for the job I'm working on. A job I started less than 48 hours ago.
It's also printing out a calender that still has us moving out of our condo on March 6, which is no longer happening but I have yet to update the calender because I've been so busy figuring out what is happening.
I started a job on Wednesday in a capacity I haven't worked as since 2007 and had no intention on pursuing any time in the near future.
The job practically fell in my lap and accepting it will completely change my life and that of my family's for the next several weeks.
The Circus, Yoga and a Fungi
I left my new job early on Wednesday so I could go to circus class with Skye, something I had been doing twice a week for the last several months. I threw myself into each apparatus, fully enjoying it, exploring it, knowing that I might not be able to do it again for a while.
I was able to walk back and forth on the tight wire like I had never done before.
Hopefully I will be able to find that level of balance in my life as I will be walking a "virtual" tight wire for the next couple of months, trying to give 100% to the job I've committed to, which is twelve hours a day on average, while maintaining everything else that is going on in my life to the best of my ability.
I've taken a balance board and my Indian clubs to the office, so during my breaks, I can practice staying in the flow.
My chair in my office is a physio ball, which works out better for me on several levels. It's easier on my injuries,like my knee and lower back. I can also roll it away from my desk and stretch and do some conditioning.
It's 4:30 a.m. as I write this. My printer is spitting out maps and images of concepts for the job I'm working on. A job I started less than 48 hours ago.
It's also printing out a calender that still has us moving out of our condo on March 6, which is no longer happening but I have yet to update the calender because I've been so busy figuring out what is happening.
I started a job on Wednesday in a capacity I haven't worked as since 2007 and had no intention on pursuing any time in the near future.
The job practically fell in my lap and accepting it will completely change my life and that of my family's for the next several weeks.
The Circus, Yoga and a Fungi
I left my new job early on Wednesday so I could go to circus class with Skye, something I had been doing twice a week for the last several months. I threw myself into each apparatus, fully enjoying it, exploring it, knowing that I might not be able to do it again for a while.
I was able to walk back and forth on the tight wire like I had never done before.
Hopefully I will be able to find that level of balance in my life as I will be walking a "virtual" tight wire for the next couple of months, trying to give 100% to the job I've committed to, which is twelve hours a day on average, while maintaining everything else that is going on in my life to the best of my ability.
I've taken a balance board and my Indian clubs to the office, so during my breaks, I can practice staying in the flow.
My chair in my office is a physio ball, which works out better for me on several levels. It's easier on my injuries,like my knee and lower back. I can also roll it away from my desk and stretch and do some conditioning.
Wednesday, when I was doing a lot of the things Cindy has been doing day in and day out, she went to yoga class with Skye, what I'd been doing day in and day out.
She later went to the Decatur farmer's market, like I've been doing every week. She talked to the mushroom vendor who didn't have any mushrooms because of the season but had an inoculated mushroom basket to grow your own at home.
That was the routine that was my reality until now.
Yesterday, after a long day of racing around, eating lunch on the fly in the car, having meetings, making "work" calls, dealing with co-workers, etc, the things I hadn't done in ages, I made my way home. When I came in the door, I was met with the smells of a wonderful home cooked meal that Cindy had prepared.
It was delicious, amazing and beautiful.
She later went to the Decatur farmer's market, like I've been doing every week. She talked to the mushroom vendor who didn't have any mushrooms because of the season but had an inoculated mushroom basket to grow your own at home.
That was the routine that was my reality until now.
Yesterday, after a long day of racing around, eating lunch on the fly in the car, having meetings, making "work" calls, dealing with co-workers, etc, the things I hadn't done in ages, I made my way home. When I came in the door, I was met with the smells of a wonderful home cooked meal that Cindy had prepared.
It was delicious, amazing and beautiful.
Living with Unicorns
That used to be my life, my reality.
Teaching Skye, doing jiujitsu and yoga, running away with the circus, talking to organic farmers and mushroom aficionados, those are the things that would fill my days.
And they were full days to say the least.
I was also busy studying to get my Personal Trainer credentials and cooking and cleaning, running the household.
And of course, writing and sharing these adventures and experiences.
And now, at least for a while, my thoughts and energies will be engaged for hours upon hours doing my job.
Working to make a paycheck.
Working for the hours to keep my "benies", my health insurance and pension.
Working for someone else.
What most people are more than accustomed to.
Something that had consumed my life since I was 19.
Again my facebook post from yesterday morning summed it up:
I worked on my first film set (actually TV) when I was 17 as a set dresser, 27 years later I am still working on movies as a set dresser(I've done other things mind you). The film business has been brutal, amazing, unforgiving and addictive. Never the life I imagined or pursued. It's in my blood and I will be doing it til the grave probably, whether I want to or not. A blessing and a curse
But I'll be fighting to find time to do some of the things in my "normal" life. The stuff that makes the job worth doing.
Fighting to keep my inner unicorn alive and well.
That used to be my life, my reality.
Teaching Skye, doing jiujitsu and yoga, running away with the circus, talking to organic farmers and mushroom aficionados, those are the things that would fill my days.
And they were full days to say the least.
I was also busy studying to get my Personal Trainer credentials and cooking and cleaning, running the household.
And of course, writing and sharing these adventures and experiences.
And now, at least for a while, my thoughts and energies will be engaged for hours upon hours doing my job.
Working to make a paycheck.
Working for the hours to keep my "benies", my health insurance and pension.
Working for someone else.
What most people are more than accustomed to.
Something that had consumed my life since I was 19.
Again my facebook post from yesterday morning summed it up:
I worked on my first film set (actually TV) when I was 17 as a set dresser, 27 years later I am still working on movies as a set dresser(I've done other things mind you). The film business has been brutal, amazing, unforgiving and addictive. Never the life I imagined or pursued. It's in my blood and I will be doing it til the grave probably, whether I want to or not. A blessing and a curse
But I'll be fighting to find time to do some of the things in my "normal" life. The stuff that makes the job worth doing.
Fighting to keep my inner unicorn alive and well.
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