…of August, that is. It’s here, actually. Right now. And I’m finally feeling ready for life.
But that was supposed to happen at the beginning of June, wasn’t it? At least that’s
what I feel like we’re told via advertisements that tell us summer is what life is for. And I guess I have lived this summer, even if it’s all a blur in retrospect. I moved to NY, I’ve managed to pay rent and still have a good time, and every couple of days I wake up in the bed of a very handsome fuzzy dude that happens to live just a few blocks from my job. It just so happens to be the same dude every time.
Life has happened to me over the past couple of months, even if the summer didn’t start off with my having the highest self-esteem or most positive outlook. But it’s Autumn that really gets my goat. In a good way. Crisp weather energizes me. It’s the next three months’ descent into winter that thrill me and I’m guessing will be close to my most productive all year. I think I’m still on a school schedule in my head and can’t really fathom ever leaving it behind. September is for renewal in productivity. Evil heat and humidity shan’t deter thee.
On that note, I have a lot of catching up to do. In the next week or so, I’ll try to find a way to upload “El Mundo”, my FIRST ZINE EVER, onto this blog, as well as try to find out why some of my story links are broken/missing. One of my other goals is to finish my second zine before the end of August (“QuLT #1″) so I can jump into making a new zine this Autumn. And finally, I need to finish out my work with Freedom Train Productions, which so graciously accepted me as an Open Workshop Participant in June despite my being a lousy easily distracted student who’s significantly more motivated to write for the screen than the stage at the moment.
I don’t believe in missed opportunities.
Today was a long one. As I rushed out the door to the subway station in order to get to work on time, I remembered to be grateful for the day gifted me and felt prompted to feel especially grateful for both the predictable and the unpredictable. I don’t know how I could have expected less than the latter during intern orientation day at the very unique Creative Time office. After TMI about office procedures, I was made to take an unexpected trip to Governor’s Island where a bunch of large scale installation art is being put up at the end of the month by artists from around the world working with the organization.
