It’s amazing the little things you read and hear that get stuck in your head. My brain is filled with little quotes and values that sit in the back row and subtly influence my choices. That stupid, but strangely appealing quote from F. Scott Fitzgerald immediately comes to mind:

"There are no second acts in American lives."

Our pal Scott, along with a thousand unhappy adults, guidance counselors, and celebrity suicides have firmly reinforced the idea that you get one chance to do what you want before you get too old, tired, and bitter to try again.

I know that I deserve the responsibility for self-sabotage and settling. I’m 34 and, while I know that I need to tell stories to be happy, I’m still searching for my medium. I’m lucky enough to have a job where I can comfortably remain a jack of all trades: design, writing, video production, programming, art direction, animation; however, I worry that I’m hiding in the middle of this flexibility and avoiding the choice to get started on the real work. In other words, I’ve spent so much energy trying not to start my first act, because one act is all you get. Right?

Thanks a lot Mr. Fitzgerald, you crazy, drunk, depressed bastard.