I lived my life fully-directed and full of rules for the front half, now I’m pointing my own way and following the rules I set myself. Parenting my own body and mind. Looking for work while fighting the limitations of labels, and battling enormously dark and black Groucho Marx eyebrows for my first serious job interview since the divorce. Just life in a pandemic and the first scene in my screenplay. I’m thinking Bridesmaids meets Lars Von Trier’s Melancholia. What do you think?
