The Measure of a Man
Many times I debated how I wanted to handle this blog, quite specifically how personal I would or wouldn't make it. Today that question I had rattling in my head for a while was put to a resolute rest. Raw. Naked - not in body but in soul. Here I lay before you the truth not white washed or polished in gold.
I don't know how not to be completely honest. It sells myself short, it cheats those I can help through my trials, and it cheapens the human experience. Life was meant to be lived and experienced.
The truth is I have 3 Emmy nominations: music, writing and producing. My husband and I self made a killer documentary that knocked the socks off many. The cold hard truth is that we can't get jobs. We're talking about in the industry AND normal every day work. I was a secretary for Aaron Spelling in Doug S. Cramer's office for crying out loud and I can't get work in the administrative field. My husband has had a professional history as a mover, and he can't get hired. What's up with that? Now to talk about the industry, I've worked as a professional script supervisor--forget it, can't get work there either. Our writing has been Emmy nominated (not under Andressen, that is my stage name), can't get any agency to rep us with our scripts. I'd like to know how many of their clients actually have Emmy noms. Emmys are a huge deal.
Something is up--fate is at work and the path is very narrow. We cannot sway to the left or the right. Our path is being made very specific and so precise that to exhale ever so slightly would cause us to spin out of control. At least it feels that way.
During times like this a Man is Measured. (When I say man I mean collectively including woman.) Voltaire had this to say: Ver les sommet suffit a rompir un coeur. Not sure if my French spelling is correct but it translates to: It is the climb to the summit that satisfies the soul.
Ah yes, the climb. It is rough. Not just for those who seek employment in the industry, but all over. Has any one noticed how much more we must pine and labor for our goals, hopes, dreams, daily bread, etc? Things that worked in the 90's avails little now, efforts that were achieved with 50% elbow grease now requires 110%.
Times are extremely tough and we all need each other to survive. I do not doubt that times ahead are more challenging than the previous. We're all broken. With such brokeness, it's a wonder that the human spirit still finds the heart to soar.
What to do....
I began a campaign, for lack of terms I've named it the Food Campaign. What this is an attempt to let the industry know I exist. My photographer impressed upon me that I need to resound louder than those already in the loop. But how??? Necessity is the mother of creativity. If you want to know what I did...
What I'm learning from my campaign is that the human race is extremely compassionate. I've put smiles on peoples faces and laughter in their hearts. Only the few who stop and talk with me know the honest truth. For those few who have stopped and helped, I thank you, my son and husband thank you. You will never be forgotten and are not nameless strangers to me. Those who have offered me jobs, please know this...there is more at stake here than a career, don't break my heart.
I treasure all the wonderful people I met in the last few days. What wonderful colors you all add to the world, I'm glad to know you. You don't know what a valuable gift you gave to me. Thank you for all the waves, smiles, laughs, and yes, the whistles and honks! Gotta have the honks!
Hmmmmm....I wonder what beauty will be in my world tomorrow. Who will I meet, will I make an impression on someone's heart? Will they make one on mine?
My advice to you: Live your dreams.
I don't know how not to be completely honest. It sells myself short, it cheats those I can help through my trials, and it cheapens the human experience. Life was meant to be lived and experienced.
The truth is I have 3 Emmy nominations: music, writing and producing. My husband and I self made a killer documentary that knocked the socks off many. The cold hard truth is that we can't get jobs. We're talking about in the industry AND normal every day work. I was a secretary for Aaron Spelling in Doug S. Cramer's office for crying out loud and I can't get work in the administrative field. My husband has had a professional history as a mover, and he can't get hired. What's up with that? Now to talk about the industry, I've worked as a professional script supervisor--forget it, can't get work there either. Our writing has been Emmy nominated (not under Andressen, that is my stage name), can't get any agency to rep us with our scripts. I'd like to know how many of their clients actually have Emmy noms. Emmys are a huge deal.
Something is up--fate is at work and the path is very narrow. We cannot sway to the left or the right. Our path is being made very specific and so precise that to exhale ever so slightly would cause us to spin out of control. At least it feels that way.
During times like this a Man is Measured. (When I say man I mean collectively including woman.) Voltaire had this to say: Ver les sommet suffit a rompir un coeur. Not sure if my French spelling is correct but it translates to: It is the climb to the summit that satisfies the soul.
Ah yes, the climb. It is rough. Not just for those who seek employment in the industry, but all over. Has any one noticed how much more we must pine and labor for our goals, hopes, dreams, daily bread, etc? Things that worked in the 90's avails little now, efforts that were achieved with 50% elbow grease now requires 110%.
Times are extremely tough and we all need each other to survive. I do not doubt that times ahead are more challenging than the previous. We're all broken. With such brokeness, it's a wonder that the human spirit still finds the heart to soar.
What to do....
I began a campaign, for lack of terms I've named it the Food Campaign. What this is an attempt to let the industry know I exist. My photographer impressed upon me that I need to resound louder than those already in the loop. But how??? Necessity is the mother of creativity. If you want to know what I did...
What I'm learning from my campaign is that the human race is extremely compassionate. I've put smiles on peoples faces and laughter in their hearts. Only the few who stop and talk with me know the honest truth. For those few who have stopped and helped, I thank you, my son and husband thank you. You will never be forgotten and are not nameless strangers to me. Those who have offered me jobs, please know this...there is more at stake here than a career, don't break my heart.
I treasure all the wonderful people I met in the last few days. What wonderful colors you all add to the world, I'm glad to know you. You don't know what a valuable gift you gave to me. Thank you for all the waves, smiles, laughs, and yes, the whistles and honks! Gotta have the honks!
Hmmmmm....I wonder what beauty will be in my world tomorrow. Who will I meet, will I make an impression on someone's heart? Will they make one on mine?
My advice to you: Live your dreams.
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