Saturday, January 29, 2011

JOT - Day 38, 39 - The kind of miracle that can happen with you

Some days there is nothing glamorous or significant about what we do with our time.

Some days we just put one foot in front of the other and get on with it.

Some dyas we are simly adding to the critical mass that will one day make itself known, only because we did the daily grind of putting forth the effort, even just one thing.

Today I watched the dvd American Movie, a documentary about the making of a fim that had been one man's dream since he was 14.

It was an unprettifed version of what it's like to spend three years of your life doing what you can with what you've got, with the nagging thought egging you on that this is my last shot and I'm not going to let anything get in my way.

It's cool that the film went to Sundance, but the fact that it was ever, EVER finished is a miracle.

The kind of miracle that can happen with you. 

 

Jan 29, 2011 6:00:57 PM | JOT

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