Sometimes I wait for my life to begin
Sometimes our hearts should begin in the end
Sometimes my life is just paper and pen
But then sometimes I think of you
. . .
Tracey and I watched old Lees-McRae dance videos last night. They were from four or five years ago. I have forgotten that I am 23. Those two numbers next to each other look very old to me. But it is all relative. I’m sure to others I’m a little punk who doesn’t know anything about life yet. And they are probably right.
This month is ending and I have two screenplays and a huge paper to finish.
But this is not about me.
I am beginning to see that I will never do really huge things in my career. Sure, I may make some movies, and I may have a few good roles on the stage and screen, but these things will never be greater than making a girl smile. What am I if I do not love?
I am nothing.
. . .
Vince is coming, but I have so much work and a show to do. I know not what Christmas brings, but I hope to see Marie and meet her family. I know not what will happen for New Year’s either, but I do know that the following week I will be directing Dang!.
Oh God, you have much to do through me.
Hold the clock. Stop the sun.
Speed me up. Slow me down.