Updated: Jan 24, 2019
I'm a freelance voice talent, actor, writer. That’s generally the answer I give when asked, “So what do you do?”, a question that seems safer and more comfortable than “So who are you?” Now that’s a question.
Lately I’ve been less focused on “doing what I do” than in previous years (make that decades). There are reasons for that of course, but nothing I need to dive into here. Life after all, has its chapters, its stages.
I’ve been spending less time in creative services and more time creating space — space for “what’s next.” In a way, I’ve been writing and appearing in my own screenplay. Episodes have been exciting, challenging, puzzling, fun, scary, and rewarding.
Among the things I did during my break was to take an extended road trip. When I pulled out of my driveway, I wasn’t sure how long I’d be gone. Six weeks? Six months? A year? I was only sure that regardless of the duration, the trip would include elements of exploration, adventure, pilgrimage, healing, fun, and some good old-fashioned wanderlust. It turned out to last eight months — eight months on the road with my 5’ x 8’ teardrop trailer. I visited with friends and family (some of whom I hadn’t seen in years), I volunteered a lot, I worked on farms, hiked up mountains (that filled both the camera lens and the soul), descended into valleys, paddled through swamps, met some great people, observed fascinating behaviors, made new friends, sat in forests and meadows, got lost, got un-lost, read a lot of books, visited a fair number of coffee shops. Then I took a nap.
Unfortunately, we seldom take the time to poke our heads up from the long-distance swimming event that life can be. I’m glad I did. Even the voices who rent space in my lateral prefrontal cortex seem to agree.
So, in addition to deciding to relocate and build a small, sustainably built house in the mountains, I’m back in the race. Will I finish 1st? 3rd? 64th? 485th? Somehow it doesn’t seem important, not in an arrogant way, but in an assured, comfortable, fearless kind of way. I would very much welcome the chance to work together. (And if I can help with any goggle de-fogging, I’m now certified and licensed.)
It’s been said that it’s the journey and not the destination that matters. You can be the judge as to whether that is a true and actionable statement, or just a tidy little saying that’s more adage than aphorism. One thing I can say is that I’m grateful to have taken the time to de-fog. It’s easier to see where I’m going. And you know the old Gandhi saying: “There’s nothing like a good, old-fashioned goggle de-fogging practice.”