The only difference...is Perspective

For the 12th time today I've checked my Task Calendar and realized that, while technically On Schedule, I have miles to go before I sleep. Very soon Victims of Circumstance will debut to the world and I can't tell you how terrifying and invigorating that fact is. It is the double-edged blade that calms my nerves and keeps me up at night.

At the moment I am staring down notes...lots and lots of notes. Notes from the Editor. Notes from the Social Media Marketing Firm. Notes from the Executive Producer (though to call those Notes is somewhat misleading; Mike Trentz deals in Volumes). Notes from musicians. Notes on the pending website. Notes on the pending marketing blitz. Notes on things I'm not free to talk about at the moment (but trust me, they're very, very groovy). It's gotten to the point that even my legal pad has hired an assistant and my wife has resigned herself to the fact that, after the children are put to bed, at least 2 hours of my night is devoted to VOC.

Considering everything going on at the moment I realize that it would be all too easy for me to let Frustration overwhelm me and alter my perspective for the rest of eternity. Don't get me wrong, I've tight-roped that line once or twice but one of the things that brings my feet back to the ground is my memory; specifically my memories of the first day of the VOC shoot.

Almost 12 months ago the cast and crew assembled on a frigid and blustery morning. Hot coffee turned cold within minutes. Fingers were thawed through the windows of parked cars. Actors were bundled with blankets in between shots. The wind was painful. Our throats were raw from speaking through the cold. And I was never happier while working on a project.







The adrenaline. The anticipation. The knowledge that I was starting something I knew would be amazing. Those are the memories that keep me grounded and those are the memories that make me enjoy every second of my current chaotic existence.

Amidst the mountain of notes on my desk, one stands out amongst the rest. It is a weathered and beaten post-it that I stuck to my computer almost a year ago today.

It reads:

And that I do.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have some work to get back to.

-paul

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