OK, imagine this:
You’re a wee sprog, about 5 or 6 years old. Much to your wide-eyed excitement, you’ve been let loose in an old fashioned sweet shop, the kind with jars filling shelves, a set of scales on the counter and paper bags to hold your treats. It’s the most brilliant day of your young life.
Until you realise you’re only tall enough to reach that jar of mint imperials on the bottom shelf.
And who likes mint imperials, really?
So you wait. As you grow up and grow taller, you can reach out for other jars; the fruit drops, the mint humbugs, the sherbet lemons, the aniseed balls… but that jar with what you want most is on the very top shelf, always out of reach.
And you think to yourself, that jar is ages away. So you feast, half heartedly on flying saucers and chewing nuts, because as you’ve already established in your young mind, that jar is still a long way off.
But suddenly the day comes. You look up, and you’re suddenly face to face with this jar of your most favourite, most desired goodies. When you glance left and right, there’s a whole host of sweets you could never have dreamed exisited.
Not only that, but the person who owns the sweet shop is a daft, blind, old biddy who has left you in charge of this wonderland of sugary delights. Best bit is that she never checks the jars to see how much has gone missing.
That kind of describes my life at the moment. I’ve finished my degree in animation, and suddenly there’s everything that can possibly open and yet at the same time there’s too much for my mind to deal with. Right now, there’s a huge, paper bag in my hands, but I don’t know how to fill it.
Naturally, I have some plans, some thoughts and possiblities. I’ll follow up what I want later, along with my work over the last few years and the next few decades (with any luck.)
For the record, my favourite sweet is fudge. If it could ever come sugar free, that would be in my jar.
Bron
