I really bit off more than I can chew with this title. I began typing that sentence with the idea that the most important thing to me in the world would jump into my mind as soon as I typed the period.
It did not.
Instead, I was bombarded with a great number of things that are important to me. My own mental and emotional peace. The woman I love. Good food. Coffee. A story worth telling. The ability to tell that story. The love and admiration of all those around me, as the validation of all the choices I’ve made in my life.
In short, a lot of things are important to me.
Music. That’s important too.
I’ve been doing some soul searching lately. By lately, I’m referring to the last 29 or so years that I’ve been alive. And I’ve finally found what I’m looking for. In finding it, I came to realize that I’ve actually found it several times throughout my life. But I just wasn’t ready to see it.
Ok, this isn’t anything revolutionary, but I want to make movies. Not necessarily feature films. But moving pictures. Skits. Shows. Random things. Focused important things. I have so many ideas in mind that I can barely write them down fast enough.
I realized my dream when I took a step back. One thing that’s nice about getting older is that it’s easier to step back and find the themes in a story. And one of the common themes in my personal story, my inner monologue, is that I constantly come up with ideas for shows. Constantly. And characters. Angles. Editing moves. Stories. Dramatic twists.
And I realized that I do nothing with this wealth of creativity. I write down notes in my phone and move on with my day and die a little inside.
But my personal legend will not go quietly. I have an HD camera in the palm of my hand, wherever I go. I have access to pro-level editing software. I have no excuses.