I'm not the type of person that spends too much time looking back. I really enjoy each day for the new adventure it brings. I guess that might be why I'm always so shocked when I remember that I'm not a kid anymore...
I'm thirty-one years old, and on most days... I feel like I'm still a teenager. I'm sure a large part of that is what I do for a living... I don't have a nine to five job. Everyday is a different escapade. I spend time creating imaginary worlds and playing pretend with other "grown-ups" trapped in make-believe land... AKA Hollywood.
Yesterday, I enjoyed an amazing day on the set, shooting a movie musical with a talented group of friends and colleagues. We sang. We danced. We laughed. We stood on our feet for twelve hours; hitting marks, missing marks, and (because it's a movie musical) take-after-take of lifts... I had a blast! There really is nothing I love more than creating! Whether it be on a set, a stage or my living room.
...and then I woke up today, and it hit me like a ton of bricks! The only difference between being twenty-one and thirty-one, is the violent reaction your body has the day after a mammoth event... Sure, you might feel like a rock star in the moment, but once your head hits the pillow that night- good luck! My body aches everywhere and the bags under my eyes are so large they'd most certainly have to be checked-in at the airport! Wow. I'm not twenty-one anymore. I wonder how I'll feel at forty-one!?!
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