Unmasked

“This city needs Bruce Wayne, your resources, your knowledge. It doesn’t need your body, or your life. That time has passed.”

I’m a week into the current chapter of my life.  I’ve been writing like a maniac all weekend.  Scripts, and letters of recommendation, and film reviews, and personal notes to people I love.  And I was done, then I turned the TV on, and Last Tango in Paris was on, so of course I got fired up and wrote some more.  And that was just the writing.  There’s text and phone calls lined up starting tomorrow, and game planning an indie shoot.  The life of an adult.

But, you know something?  As I’ve told my closest confidantes in detail (and to you in this top level way), I love it right now.  I enjoy being ‘old’.  On top of everything else, I finished remodeling my space so it feels less like the Batcave now and more like the first version of Aziz Manor.  Less movie posters, more pictures of my family and closest friends on the walls now.  The voiceover strides certainly are a part of it, but I’ve been spending more time talking (and sounding) like a college educated guy who’s been around the block and knows what he wants, and less like a take nothing seriously, non-conformist manchild (I’m both of course, but I think you get my point).

The rebel in me wouldn’t have it any other way I’m sure, but I am glad that with my life, people have generally stopped pressing me to chase things I didn’t want or into a life I didn’t want, and have allowed me to build something I like and then critique it from the inside and say ‘This could be better.’

And on that lovely note:

 

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