As you might've guessed, I finished my adventure in Erinsborough last week. I've now had seven days away from the heady world of network TV.
There's been tears. Sorrow. Tinges of despair. And, for a change, wailing.
I lie, I haven't cried once. It was all too weird this time around, and until I figure out an intellectual explanation the emotional disappointment isn't quite so cutting. It just remains a huge WTF hovering in my recent past.
The universe is being kind. Little lessons are appearing everywhere, providing an infrastructure of regrowth and evolution. I don't have a job yet, but I'm feeling better about the current abyss.
I'll try to write here more. The adventure gets good now.
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