Scrambler

​An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

Friday Night Thinking.

It's only fair you'd take on an alcohol client in this mindset. Of course you would! Thank GOD gin isn't doing anything right now. So you take the brief and you head home, because that's the life you lead. You need to be alone, and you need to understand. And you don't have much choice.
You listen to the right song on repeat. You watch Tom Ford videos on repeat. You find the right level of melancholy, which isn't far from where you are. You sit on the deck in your Fantastic House, you drink the top notch scotch, you apply a soundtrack, you kill the lights (you ignore the hollow). You begin The Think.
This is your Friday night. You blog because it's what you're used to - because it's an outlet, because you have to - even though you said you wouldn't. You're sad, but you can already tell this will help. You can knock this opportunity out of the park, because what else do you have on? That feels familiar. You think back to five years ago, when your best friend said 'Maybe you're meant to be melancholy?' You disagreed then, but maybe he's right. You see this as the chance you've wanted. Something big, something that changes things in a big way. Your career marches on, you throw yourself in.
The further you get from what you want, the closer you get to what you're good at. There is no balance, no right way, no right path, Whatever. At least there is Friday night with a drink (but the right drink, with the right limit). You have no idea where you are meant to be. It's a worry, but it's something you can control. And compared to everything else, you'll take it. Because what else is there? Walk on.