Apprentice to my own Life

via Daily Prompt: Apprentice

I feel like an apprentice in my new life. Even though it’s kinda sorta my old life. I freelanced in my 20’s into my late 30’s and I found it the most exhilarating way to go through life. Especially in the film business. Every day was different. You were always meeting new people. You had exciting experiences. After a while though the Hollywood bullshit got to be too much for me so I switched gears to the music industry. Talk about bullshit! I was lucky enough to find a niche at a cool little independent record label where a well-oiled team of four made stuff happen on a regular basis. No egos, no drama, just a common desire to put out great music. Everything we did had aesthetic and it was magical. Atlanta in the 90’s itself was completely magical. I arrived on the cusp of the most amazing revitalization. The city was full of artists, musicians and totally creative people. It was lush with talent and charisma and I had never experienced anything like it. I’m assuming I never will again. Cynicism has caught up with me and try as I might, I just can’t seem to get around it. I do hold out hope, on certain days, that I will feel that magic again. In the meantime, freelancing 2.0 beckons with its seriousness and its bills and its weight. I’m glad I enjoyed 1.0 hardily because I absolutely did not think it would come down to this. Maybe I did, I don’t know. Apprentice to my own life…

Apprentice

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3 thoughts on “Apprentice to my own Life

  1. A nice, concise reflection of your journey in life thus far. I went to school in Atlanta in the 60’s and returned 2 years ago for a short visit. The changes are amazing and thankfully, the Vee is still the Vee!
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