Day 26 of 365: life is starting to feel like a field trip.

I mean sure, it’s short. It’s 22 pages and when it’s done it’ll be 10-15 pages. It’s for a short movie, which I feel is a good starting place. The full length screenplay (WHICH I WILL HAVE DONE BY OCTOBER 1ST THANKYAVERYMUCH) is being chipped away at each day.

I spent something like 10 hours writing today. So right now my eyes and back are both like “PLEASE NO MORE BRIGHT COMPUTER SCREEN AND OUCHY CHAIR). Here is a peek at the script, except zoomed out really far because I don’t discriminate against ants.


It felt good to finish it. I always have these ideas fully laid out in my brain land… And, in the past, they’ve rarely made it onto paper.

Although I know I have many more hours of work to do with this movie-not to mention the filming of it and all that jazz-I feel like I conquered the shit out of resistance today.

I also watched a bunch of 30 Rock. 30 Rock is my muse. The end.

So… The journey continues to surprise me. And I am at a place in my life where I don’t want to go to sleep because I’m enjoying my days too much.

Years ago, I didn’t want to wake up.


I did a yoga class this morning at 8:30AM because I’m crazy and awesome. Crazy awesome. And in it, I hit a burnout point. My chest muscles (still healing from surgery) were like, “HEY LADY. TAKE IT EASY.”

And so I did.

I divorced myself from this weird yearning (that used to plague me) to be the BEST IN THE CLASS. To PUSH myself to have PERFECT form.

As if anyone gives a shit.

Each day, I realize more and more how no one cares what I’m doing. And it is the single most freeing realization.

I sometimes worry that people don’t think I’m special or important. But now I’m seeing the truth in that, it’s awesome to experience. Like… I could streak through Publix screaming Spice Girls lyrics and everyone would still go about their day. They’d have a great story to tell friends, but that’s all I’d be: a story. Words. As told by their perception of me.

Pretty neat stuff. I’m starting to feel like life is a big field trip. And it’s a lot of fun.

My eyeballs are really dry (dryeballs?), so I’m going to post this lil’ entry.

jen doodle yay


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Some days, I paint. Other days, I write. And rap. And tell stories. And do comedy. And doodle. And [attempt to] bake. And, one week out of every month, I merge with my sofa and sob about mortality and things like the existence of air and how we can't live without it and how utterly claustrophobic that is to consider. I'm relatively particular. And this is a place for me to share ALL the quirks.

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