Four years in, it’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, it’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 you’re effectively back to square one. Granted this feeling only lasts for about 10 seconds (that’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 I’ve really learned this year is about tearing down walls – it’s about taking care of whatever needs to get done regardless of wherever we are or whatever we’re doing. That may mean a lot more moments when I’m rushing off set to answer a phone call or reply to an email, but let’s be honest here, it’s the year 2014, what can’t be done when you’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, I’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 that’s not qualified as “studio managing” 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, there’s a certain zen-like calm that comes over me while I’m immersed in our gear. This feeling may never change; the best days are still those when we’re making pictures, however they may come.
Here’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.Read More