I can’t believe this month is almost over. What have I done? What have I accomplished?
I volunteered for this job as an artist. Back when I was six I told my parents it was what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Little did I know what I was in for. At times it really sucks. You teeter on the brink of madness. At times it slips into what society says you should be proud of. I had someone come into my house and pick up one of my Emmys and say “This…… now this is real!”
Is it?
Nobody sees what goes on behind the closed doors of the studios of creators of cartoon shows, or animators, or amazing painters, musicians, poets. Yes, you grapple with the notion that you are grateful you have a talent that can be shared with others. It is a gift, that is true.
But it is also walks down very dark corridors. Ever try to be funny sitting in a dark spider hole?
Most of the time, I feel very lucky to be able to do what I do for a living. At times it feels like a curse.
It’s the life I signed on for, and I will take the good with the bad. Most of my problems are luxury problems and I have no business being down about them.
Had a great morning cleaning up the beach on Saturday with my daughter and her stepbrother. If you are a smoker ( And I was, 25 years ago) can I ask you this? STOP using the beach as your ash tray. It’s mostly what we picked up. Birds and marine life eat the cigarette butts and die from it. Please use proper containers, and take it off the beach.
Thats all that is in my head today.