Okay, so I’m in the process of moving out of my home office and into an office in the outside world.
I’ve been talking about it for months. Being home has run its course, as my family and friends are under the impression that being at home means sitting around and doing absolutely nothing.
I’m also at the stage where procrastination is more than my worst enemy - it’s becoming my friend - my really, really good friend.
I’ve found a place not too far from home that’s located a stone’s throw away from the Long Island Sound. Now I can procrastinate while enjoying a cool breeze.
This move, it’s pretty big. I’m scared, more than scared. But it’s a fear I’ve felt before. It was the same fear I had making the phone calls to get a crew together for my short film. Or the fear I felt the first day on the set. Or when I mailed out my finished film to film festivals.
These were all huge leaps of faith. Faith to believe. To believe in me. Not an easy task, but I’m learning with each new leap I take.