So I had my first real cup of coffee.
Most people in the US might immediately download images of an iced triple pump caramel macchiato or a steaming peppermint mocha.
This was coffee in a very simple form. Roasted beans, a restretto shot, milk, foam. A coffee.
I certainly owe the credit of my first taste to my friend Rohita (who happens to be a coffee connoisseur).
I won’t become a coffee drinker anytime soon.
I am learning to enjoy the process of this documentary as the time continues. Part of the joy comes from the hope that all this struggle will amount to razor-sharp discipline and the ability to stay in high-spirits for the duration of any project.
I suppose that discipline in one area means discipline in another. As I prepare for Tough Mudder in April I’ve been altering my workouts (based on the advice of my fellow team mate Dave) to short, quick bursts.
I live at the top of a massive hill. It’s been great. It’s also been a rude awakening to how out of shape I am. But at least there’s only up to go form here.
The documentary remains untitled. Though it will most likely revolve around the concept of “wandering” (or maybe that’ll be the title of the BTS footage).
As the documentary follows two students in their experiences through Australia for the semester, the shear amount of time I’ve spent here is beginning to pay off. I am able to curate the experience that will both challenge the subjects and make for a good film because this turf has become so familiar. Nearly everywhere these students go, I will have been before.
The constant struggle, of course, is to continue to tell a story that an audience will connect with. I have to constantly remind myself, “this story isn’t about study abroad.” That’s just the setting.
Just like Children of Men (2006). It’s not really a film about the end of the world. It’s the Christmas Story.
On Saturday I was just in the Blue Mountains (near where this April’s Tough Mudder event will take place). It was cold and rainy and Dave and I sloshed through ankle-deep mud as we walked through a make-shift parking lot. Another awakening. It will most likely be cold in April, since it would be almost winter here in the southern half of the globe.
And while the world’s largest small town continues on, I’m building the future that I can’t see yet.