This morning was rough. I woke up at 7am (usual get-ready-for-The-Seven-morning-meeting-time that I’ve been waking up every day for the last 10 months) and there were lingering thoughts. Anxiety kicked in. Despite a gig offer coming through last night, I postponed accepting it - they wanted me to start this morning (about 12 hours notice) but I’m actually really feeling this opportunity to work for the production company that produces “Man vs. Food.” (Man, I’ll do anything that involves food.) So I wanted to explore my options.
That anxiety aside, I had a lunch date with the producer that got me into this unstable freelance television business to begin with (man, I love that guy) and on my way there I was stopped to be photographed for a fashion blog (again - twice in two weeks, I must’ve been a fashion segment producer in my past life). They asked me questions, which forced me to hide my tail between my legs and admit that I’m “in between things right now” as I asked the camera guy about his lens. That really got me motivated to spruce this blog up. And then I really made myself believe I need a camera.
Eventually, I had myself a pina colada (Texas size from Dallas BBQ, what other kind is there?), grabbed my tail between my legs, and forced my ass to Best Buy to buy a camera. I have a camera; like a real camera.
On my way home, I kept telling myself that I need a bag to carry the thing, so I stopped by the Village Tannery and hung out there for a bit trying on all the bags they have. They have a lot. And they’re really nice. And even though I was walking out the store to “think about it,” somehow, I walked out with a fucking kick-ass leather backpack with one-of-a-kind leather that my camera fits in perfectly, I swear! TJ, the owner, is really nice. He made me a happy woman.
The end…of the beginning.