Over the weekend, I managed to accidentally accomplish one of my goals.
I spent the entirety of Saturday on the set of an independent horror film, written and directed by Matt Mudd. Much of my downtime was spent in the makeup trailer/green room with the rest of the actors, and at one point I found myself playing my guitar. And singing. More than a dozen people whose names I did not know, and yet I played. Serenade a stranger. Check.
I had a blast on set, and I did more than just get my feet wet. I’m going back this weekend, and I’ve made a few new friends; it’s breathed a bit of life into the fire in my soul, and I’m grateful for it.