The Truth of My Absence

It's been almost two weeks since my last post. I feel like I've neglected you – but to be perfectly honest I was neglecting myself as well.

After I wrapped on "Manual of a Weed Killer" I was overcome with sloth. I stopped doing freelance work – I used my tax refund and my $600 economic stimulus check on an all expenses paid trip to the confines of my studio apartment. I found myself watching 12+ hours of "Battlestar Galactica" a day. I never left the house unless I had a class or a social engagement. I was in a weird state of pseudo-depression, happy about some things but profoundly dissatisfied with other facets of my life. If I was to try and analyze myself, I'd say that shooting for a week made my rent-paying life feel all too humdrum and I was in no mood to return to it.

This malaise would probably have lasted months if a good friend hadn't told me that she was disappointed in my behavior and worried about me. True friends can make you take the bitter medicine; thank God for that.

I've showered, shaved, and found myself a new accountability buddy ala AA. I'm once again firing on all cylinders. I've completed a freelance project, started on another, and I'm jazzed about living and acting in LA.

While my financial life was on hold, I did manage to accomplish quite a few personal goals:

• I started eating healthy foods.
  
• I lost 6 lbs and 2.5 inches around my waist – my dress pants fit again.
  
• I emptied my wardrobe of clothes that I didn't like – I now feel sharp in every outfit I wear.
  
• I submitted packets to agents.
  
• I wrote and sent my first thank you/follow-up cards.
  
• I read a ton of books on acting.
  
• And so on…