When I’m at that point of exhausted topics of conversation with people at a party or get-together, the inevitable question arises: “What do you do?”
More and more I’m embracing the answer, no longer as a petty point of pride that comes from insecurity at a perceived lack of accomplishment, but as an honest agknowledgement of what I do.
I get paid to travel and tell stories through motion picture.
Usually this involves spending time in the presence, and at the mercy of, people from different places, with varying stories.
In the past few months I have been involved in telling the stories of a massive dog-adoption fair, an engagement ring company, a multi-national film festival, a Native American tribe, an online start-up, a Spanish-language Instagram commercial, a rum-cocktail competition and now a safe-house for victims of abuse in Honduras.
It’s a good time. And though it isn’t directing a piece of narrative, fictional cinema, it does pay the bills.
I am thankful for a job that allows me to live and travel and come in contact with amazing people doing amazing things, along with the added benefit of extra time to write a few works of cinema yet to come.
It is great to know this goodness has nothing to do with deserving anything. This is grace in real life.