Ok. It’s time I step into the confessional.
My personal life has been…a struggle recently. I’ve been feeling out of control.
And I’m going to be honest…it’s because I have just been mentally, emotionally, spiritually and physically exhausted.
I’ve been getting home after back to back to back 12-hour days just in such a piss-poor mood, that sitting down and writing something deep and meaningful seems a) incredibly disingenuous, and b) downright unfathomable.
And it’s befuddling. Because I love pouring myself into projects and working hard and hustling.
I thrive on hard work and dedication. It’s part of my make up.
But this time, it’s different.
My body is telling me – imploring me –screaming at me – that everything is not alright.
And I’m not just talking about the permanent stress-twitch I have developed in my right eye.
Acting is a difficult profession because you’re the lowest man…
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