Tuesday, January 29, 2013
I'm turning 27 this year and for whatever reason, I can't stop thinking about it. It seems like such a big age. I know it's not... but it's closer to 30 than I ever planned on being. Seriously. I was expecting to go out at 26 with these creaking bones.
I work a whole lot and I'm making money doing something that I love, and that's awesome. But, as I get older, I'm starting to think of "What's next?" and I have all these images of desks and day jobs and unsatisfying career choices in my head. And I hope that doesn't happen. I really hope I can continue to work in comedy, in whatever capacity. It's the only thing I'm passionate about... and the only thing that gets me going. (Sexually.) (Just kidding.)
Dick van Dyke won the Lifetime Achievement Award at the SAG Awards the other night and there was something that he said in his speech that made me so happy:
"The years have been full of surprises for me and a lot of fun. Aren't we lucky to have found a line of work that doesn't require growing up?"
I do, DvD, I do! I feel lucky that somehow I stumbled upon this line of work! And didn't stop trying, even when it got embarassingly hard. I sort of refuse to let those horrific images in my brain of a deeply unsatisfying life become real-life. And I sort of refuse to grow up. I'm going to do comedy all day on a Saturday and drink until 3am and stay in bed all Sunday for as long as I live! Even if it kills me... before I'm 30.