As I run a small boutique PR & marketing firm, @KeyMediaGroupPR (plug ha!) one of my favorite tasks is writing press releases. I have been complimented on my writing and being a songwriter I understand how to write stories and how to create an arc.
I have recently been working with a friend who is now my unofficial editor. And she is brutally honest with me, and I am so pleased she is. She kicks my butt everytime I send her a new release. And I write more and I learn and I change and it all makes better sense. I am writing even better releases since she stepped in to help.
So what if I carry on with my daily life, as if I am my own editor. What if we all do that? Living a day, really editing what we say, do, think, making each day a piece to be “thoughtful” about. What would I leave out, what would I change? What would each day look like, having a well intended arc, a beginning, a middle, an end. We are all our own editors, afterall.
Working on my newest song, which is about coming out of the storm and moving into a place of trust and comfort. Two very important elements to a happy & creative life and even perhaps a content life. Trust & inner comfort.
Reflecting on the question from the Lesflicks Q & A 5/4/21 who could I see playing me in the movie The Pass. A few surprising suggestions people have shared with me since:
Anya Taylor-Joy ( 2x’s)
I was coy about the question…hell yes, let’s do a movie!
As someone who loves jeans and having worn them since I was a teenager, I was just thinking how grateful I am they were invented. We all have our favorite clothing and accessories and mine has always been jeans. Here are the “inventors” of jeans. Jacob W. David and Levi Strauss.
No, he did not bounce back. And my love continues on. With my gratitude and my humility leading me to a place that has my steps navigating me towards a better understanding of what it means to really live. We all live until we no longer do. And this comfort — as we engage for a limited time — is meant to encourage us to be kind. And maybe even perhaps thoughtful.
So I keep thinking, he is going to bounce back, to get up and be stronger. I sigh, and as my lungs let go of air, so does he of life. He is tired, he is worn, he is grateful, he is so frail. I love him. I will let him go, soon. Not right now. Not today.