Back to School
I am about to experience fall for the first time since 2004, my senior year of high school. I used to get so depressed in September in LA because it was always this feeling of failure to launch. It wouldn’t get cooler or become sweater weather— actually it was the hottest. Fire season and kids sweating in 100 degree heat in their Halloween costumes.
So now, I’m gearing up for back-to-school— but back to work and launching more content for TLP. I talked to a career coach, Jess Wass, and have goals for the week. But in my goals, I’ve discovered I need to re-write my bio on my website.
Suddenly it’s put into focus some harsh questions that had very different answers in November 2020:
Who am I?
What am I doing?
What do I want to be doing?
Where do I work?
Where do I live? (New Jersey, but how did I get here???)
It’s been a real trip to ask myself those questions after detaching from pillars of my identity, or my bio, that I always held onto:
Improv performer
Film school in LA
Old bosses, old shows
Dead Pilots at Dead Networks
Even though all of the above were once true things about me, they now feel like lies.
I can’t talk about being a single one of those things anymore (I’m from LA now, ok??).
What I really want to say in my bio about AB
There’s the traditional… “When I’m not busy filming frozen food, I’m spending time with my husband and daughter…”
But what I really want to say is:
“As a result of our daughter, I have less time and less ambition, and I both care and don’t care but either way, I can’t wait to work with you!”
Working draft.
Insomnia Redux:
Lots of takeaways from people on what they are doing to combat insomnia.
Some people *actually* turn off all screens at 8pm.
Hormone panel (sounds laborious, still need to call dentist back)
10 mg of Melatonin (x5 for me personally)
Magnesium Calm - swore by these in pregnancy too
New Era of Monster
AB has become a monster, sort of overnight. People used to warn me of this and I thought it wasn’t possible because I thought she was perfect. But she’s now my drunk and unruly best friend that I’m *this* close to walking out on even though I love her.
She is constantly covered in schmutz, she’s got half-chewed food and bug bites all over her face, and she’s kissing people without consent, before laughing at them like Karen Walker and then stomping off.