The Precipice of Success

Every year I promise myself something great will happen. Kind of like a batter calling his homerun before the pitch, I ask the Universe for something I feel I'm ready for.

These evolutions have taken place as follows:

2009

"I'm going to fall in love and finally get into a relationship this year."

(I did. After wading through a 3 year 'single' period, I finally found someone great.)

2010

"I'm not going to work in Production anymore. I'm going to get the job I want."

(I became a Writer's Assistant on an HBO comedy series.)

2011

"I'm going to stop being an amateur, and become a professional."

(I began writing on HBO's HUNG)

So here is 2012. Hung is over. And I'm turning 30.

So what I am asking for is simple.

2012

"I'm going to make some fucking money this year."

(i.e. sell a script or get a staffing job)

I'm an artist. I've never cared about money, I've cared about my proximity to a realized dream.

But I've been studying and working and creating and evolving and sacrificing for 5 years now. I've been proving my worth to other writers and representatives, honing my craft and gathering the skills and the discipline I needed to say "Yes, I am ready to be a working professional writer in Hollywood."

I know what it's like to feel stuck, to feel like your work isn't there yet and you're not quite ready but you want a shot anyway. But that time is over for me now. This is the time where I use my skills to make a good living everyday.

I will finish what I create, and what I create will have value.

I want the harvest. I want to enjoy living just as much as I enjoy working.

I have always believed in myself. I believe I have a destiny, a path, and if I continue to stay hungry, and foolish, and to seek adventure, happiness and fortune, then that is exactly what the Universe will give me.

I'm going to be a grownup this year, and goddamn it, I'm going to enjoy it.