Sometimes following a dream doesn't feel like following a dream. It feels like doing something small and hard and not giving up, over and over and over.
Film editing feels like that. Hours poured into a task so massive that every day feels like attacking a mountain with a spoon, it feels like that. Small, and hard, and hard to see as worth it.
But the nice thing about dreams, the nice thing about LIFE, is this belief that someday all the hard things, all the painful things, all the stuff that seems pointless and painful and awful, is going to come together, and we'll get to look back and instead of seeing wreckage, see The Making Of.
I know that's a shameless title-drop. I burst into tears and started scribbling a song at a red light today, and the title of this movie finally had meaning. And I wanted to share it.
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