First Friday

The first Friday of 2015 and the boy is on his way back to school. Kind of an intensely emotional day as one might imagine. I am sorry to see him go but excited to see what he will do this coming semester.

My field kit as it was when I went off to the 2014 SCCA runoffs.

Now that the distractions of the holidays are past I can get back to my real focus, building on the studio.  The last 2 years I have spent every spare cent I had (and some I didn't) on the gear I need to do the things I wanted.  Some people go base jumping for their "bucket list" I am building an effects studio.  In my estimation I have everything I need for a start, except the room to set up a reasonably sized green screen. This is going to be my focus in the coming days, along with taking a cattle prod to clients to get the day to day cash flow flowing once again.

The interesting things about building the green screen area is that to do I have to face the demons of my shop and the boxes and boxes of...stuff.  If I was able to look at the contents of those boxes objectively I would be able to say that it is, for the most part, CRAP.

Because of the way my mind works though most everything in there has some sort of emotional attachment (what can I say, I am an emotional kinda guy).  I have come to understand though that this accumulation of effluvia has me, quite literally, being held back by my past.  If I want to move ahead into the future I will have to shed much of this like a snake sloughing off a skin it has outgrown. Anyone who knows me, I means really knows me, will understand that this is really easier said than done. I have the innate super power that imbibes objects with special properties, far beyond those of mortal men.  It is like when an object is attached to a person or an event that is near to my heart i freeze the moment into a tangible aura which I then connect to the object.  This being the case you can understand that another part of me, the superstitious part that harkens back to the Black Forrest in winter or the frozen Moors, has a fear that if the object goes the memory goes with it.  If I lose the object then I lose a little bit more of something/someone who is gone.

this is easy when we are talking about a few cards but when you infuse books with memories thing pile up.  Airbrush texts I used at the start of my career, old discs from project long dust all forge the chain I need to bear.  I guess it is time to take out some emotional bolt cutters.