Have you ever been so… in love with life that you lose track of small things along the way?
I have been more attentive to noticing things more abstractly than I have with things technically in some ways. Little things like the scratches from wear and tear at a coffeeshop table… where the light forms perfectly to make Mr Shrader’s eyes pop the most…
Perhaps I am a bit twitterpated. Perhaps it’s something deeper.
I feel at a heightened level of artistry. My eyes are wide open but the shutters in my brain keep taking photographs…
These are days… nights… treasured and cherished memories of a life fully lived.
Friday night, though memorable, was not a good one however.
You see, all this time that I feel I’d been searching for my identity…
When I finally was confident in saying “I’ve found it!”
That’s when it happened.
I lost my purse on Friday. In it: my drivers liscense, my social security card… my camcorder for which I’m filming my documentary Muse for Hire.
Gone in a moment.
Now everything that was in my purse is fully replaceable. I care naught about matierial things. As I’ve grown older, I have become more and more numb to this sort of phenomenon bothering me. In fact, you might dare to say that I am so used to life screwing up like this on me that I’ve learned to more or less just laugh about it.
For example for those of you that missed previous episodes of my car troubles of the past year, here’s a look at the last one which happened about a month ago.
If anything, getting “my life back” was, for the most part more of a series of errands and annoyances than anything else. I went to the police station and filed a report about it, cancelled my bank card, headed to the dmv…
I missed roller derby for the weekend but ended up at 6 flags with Mr Shrader anyway. I made the best of the weekend and wasn’t even late to work this morning.
The thing that bothers me most about the whole thing: that camcorder.
And not for what it was, but for what it stood for. Those moments of film… my life… my story… my…
I believe that everything happens for a reason.
This weekend was yet another blur with Mr Shrader. Maybe it wasn’t supposed to be on film. Maybe those events were meant to be our secrets.
A fantastical blur that I am not sure will happen again (I hope it does, as this was something I wondered the weekend prior) but one that is marked with…
He is enigmatic and magical in ways that he doesn’t even realize. Oh Cancerous man… indeed you are inspirational.
Which brings me back to the project.
I have hit a snag due to this incident this weekend. If anyone would like to help me continue you it, I would love any and all support that you would give me. Even if it’s just kind words.
I’ve learned a lot through the making of this documentary. Life, like this project is a process and a labor of love. The things in life that are the most worthwhile are not achieved instantly… they evolves and grow. Inspiration, patience, keeping your head up in the face of…it’s not easy.
And then I heard a song playing…
I once was lost, but now am found.
To that, I reply:
A few sentences on a page cannot possibly be enough justification to fully chronicle me. I am who I am. I don’t chase magic because I am magic… and only the stars can come close to defining me.
I once was lost, but now am found…