I've oft compared our filmmaking journey to a cross-country road trip. I've done the literal trip a handful of times and the metaphorical journey countless times. In my experience, there are a number of similarities between the literal journey and starting, producing, finishing and promoting a creative endeavor.
This week I'm trudging through Kansas. We're long past the virgin rush of departure and now all I see are fields. Flat, endless plains. The promise of reaching an ocean feels impossible.
Have you been there? Does this metaphor connect? If so, it might be time to pull over. Get out of your cramped car and stretch. Find a gas station and get something cool to drink. Refresh. Refill your tank.
That's what I've done this week.
I rode up an elevator for some fresh air.
I watched a couple documentaries that came highly recommended (and rightfully so).
I'm taking bike rides at lunch.
I can feel my tanks filling back up. For me, new perspectives are like fuel. But sometimes I forget I need refuel while road-tripping. It doesn't just magically happen. Periodically you have to stop to move forward.
So if you're feeling stuck in Kansas and uncertain about your destination, stop the car. Have yourself a Big Gulp. Refresh.