Last Week #5

Last week, I worked. (alt: werked)

I finished books, filmed reviews, edited and uploaded those reviews. I got up early and stayed up late.

I forced myself to work out. I did yoga. I meditated.

I kept myself calm even when my insides were screaming at me to run, to react, to get incredibly angry and frustrated when nothing was even wrong.

I asserted myself, and I didn't give up, even when I was really really freaking tired and just wanted to stay in bed watching Game of Thrones. I went to the writing group, and then I went one step further. I shared my work. On a whim, unprepared, scared out of my mind.

Finally, I surprised myself. More than just getting everything "done," I challenged myself. I said yes. When asked to share my work. When asked to go to a party. When I was faced with the choice to sit down and do nothing or get up and do more, I said yes, and I did more. I made it work.

I'm exhausted from last week. But I'm proud of it. Because I took the chances that needed to be taken, and said no to the ones that didn't.

 -Fran

Last Week #4

 Last week was a week of very high highs and very low lows. There was a weird mixture of celebration and crying. It was leisurely, and simultaneously full of work. It was balanced and unbalanced. It was indeterminable. I can't really tell you what last week was. I kind of have to show you.

So, for your viewing pleasure, here is last week.

 -Fran

Last Week #3

 Last week once again started out with a lot of anxiety. There was miscommunication and worry, but I did my best to resolve it as quickly as possible. Throughout the week I had great connections with people on the internet, who really came through for me and my online work.

 On Thursday, the Aries New Moon, I symbolically planted new life in OVERDUE by planting a succulent in the OVERDUE mug I was given by my co-director/producer/editor Monica at the end of filming this summer. It now brightens my day to see something growing out of something we made together.

 Friday I saw months of hard work pay off. We had a screening party for OVERDUE at the Cazenovia Public Library. I'm still not sure how to put into words how it went, or how I feel about it, and I can't really show you it because I idiotically forgot my camera battery at home on the biggest night of my recent life. But mostly, I think I just felt grateful. That I got to host this event at all, and share the work that I and my friends did over the summer with people who seemed genuinely interested in and impressed by it...but also that I got to do it with said friends. I was nervous as heck and I still don't really think I was the best hostess (I spent a lot of time in the back holding a small child and nervously drinking ginger ale) but I got to hold someone's hand while I watched myself awkwardly dance on an enormous projector. I got to do it with people I love.

 As the event went on, I relaxed and became more myself. So I think I'm going to challenge myself to do more of these, and hope that not only the events continue to get better, but I do as well. So here's to doing things that scare us, and doing them multiple times, and with fervor.

 This is what my life looked like this week. As usual, it's the in-between moments that are documented, not the events themselves. But I'm starting to think there's something to that.

 -Fran

H O M E

 For a long time, I was under the impression that I would never be able to leave home like a normal teenager. But the truth is, as I've come to find out, that I was just never going to leave home in the traditional way. I was always going to have to ease into it. This makes sense, looking back on my life so far and knowing the kind of person I am. There was no way I was ever going to do the traditional "leave home and go away to college" thing. But that doesn't mean that I was never going to leave.

 Over the past six months, ever since Peaks Coffee Company officially opened it's doors for business and I started dating Eli, I've noticed that home isn't really the same anymore. As I've spent more and more time out there with Peaks and him, my childhood home seems less like where I hang my hat and more like my crash landing pad where I collapse after a long day of being elsewhere. It's no longer my end destination. It's the place where I'm fueling up for takeoff, on my journey to my home. The home I will make for myself by myself (and let's be honest, probably with Kelsey too).

 So all this is to say: I'm easing into it. I've been noticing that Cazenovia feels more like home now, and I just thought I'd take a moment to ruminate on that new development here. I hope you don't mind.

-Fran

Last Week #2

 This week, I was pretty worried. Stressed. Anxious. There were a lot of things that needed to get done in a seemingly minuscule amount of time. I had meetings and projects to finish and a life to live in between all of that. I'm always feeling like there isn't enough time. Time to get things done, and time with the people I love especially. But at the end of this week, looking back on the footage, I realized that those moments, that time, was there. It existed, just on a smaller scale than I'd imagined. Than I'd like.

 My note to myself last week (I have a new one every week, a sort of weekly mantra that I can keep going back to throughout the week) was: "Nothing takes as long as you think. It's all manageable." I know that technically, some things take a long time, and I have to accept that. But sometimes the big things feel really big, and they create this huge road block in my mind that keeps me from thinking about anything else until they're done. So this reminder kept me grounded, calmed me down, and motivated me all at once.

 This week was good. It wasn't as eventful, as action packed and notably, viscerally fantastic as last week, but that's okay. The quiet moments keep you grounded and allow you to refuel for the next big ones. And they're coming my way. So I'm glad I had these last seven days to recharge and prepare for what's to come. I hope you enjoy the footage of these happy, relaxed moments. I enjoyed living them.

-Fran