i started writing about the perils of doing 3 somewhat massive shoots in 36 hours and how it’s filmmaking suicide and how staying awake for 48 straight hours straddles a very thin line between overbooking oneself and simple stupidity and how one should never ever do that unless they’re completely out of their mind or broke and how since i am neither i can’t rationalize why i just don’t say NO sometimes and accept the fact that while it is flattering and good for the bank account to be in demand it’s also okay to not try and cram three 16-hour days into one and how people will still love you if you just chillthefuckout and only do what is slightly above normal.
and then i erased it.
because this is way more exciting than that:
IT’S OFFICIALLY SUMMER.
today was for recovering from the insanity of trying to be the best i can be and for sticking my face in the sun because i wanted to and not because i had to.
oh and in case you were wondering if running 5 miles after standing for 2 straight days is a good idea . . .
it’s not.
it’s just not.
don’t try it.
don’t think about it.
just don’t.
sit your ass down in a park and take some dumb photos of the sky.
or your feet in the sky.
and then go pull out your favorite bathing suit and oversized towels from the top shelf.
because tomorrow is a beach day.
happy summer, trillas.
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