Four years in, itâ€™s hard not to repeat the same adages about what being a studio manager entails; long hours, tons of work, odd hours, unique experiences, and tons of miles on the road. All of these are truths about this job, but in a way, they only scratch the surface of what it all entails.
Every year that passes by allows me to pause and think about where I was exactly a year ago writing this blog post. In this particular instance, I think I was on a plane, in transit to the next shoot; exactly where I am now. This moment also proves me with the transcendental pause to really reflect on what the past 365 days have afforded me in terms of what this job means and what I do.
In a way, itâ€™s like chasing a moving target. As soon as your skill set has you adequately equipped to handle any of the challenges on your plate, a curve-ball is thrown and you feel like youâ€™re effectively back to square one. Granted this feeling only lasts for about 10 seconds (thatâ€™s all it is allowed to last for) but it still as the impact of pushing one out of their shell and forcing yourself to grow and evolve.
What Iâ€™ve really learned this year is about tearing down walls – itâ€™s about taking care of whatever needs to get done regardless of wherever we are or whatever weâ€™re doing. That may mean a lot more moments when Iâ€™m rushing off set to answer a phone call or reply to an email, but letâ€™s be honest here, itâ€™s the year 2014, what canâ€™t be done when youâ€™re shooting in the middle of goddamn nowhere or cruising down the highway at 85 mph in the vast expanse of nothing in southern Idaho.
In that same vein, Iâ€™ve learned that you can tear down the division between personal time and work in such a way that each facet is equally important and equally portioned in the much grander scheme of life – the result? A helluva lot less stress and the ability to afford more time to everything thatâ€™s not qualified as â€œstudio managingâ€ while still effectively steering the ship.
I find humor in the fact that my easiest days are spent building out and breaking down a few octabanks, thereâ€™s a certain zen-like calm that comes over me while Iâ€™m immersed in our gear. This feeling may never change; the best days are still those when weâ€™re making pictures, however they may come.
Hereâ€™s to all of those days that have come to pass and every single day in the future. I have no doubt there are countless more ahead.