They hang there, the stars, like notes on a page of music, free-form verse, silent mysteries swirling in the blue like jazz…

I’m fortunate to be working on ANOTHER show — Blue Like Jazz. It’s weird in a way, I remember Don Miller speaking at Belmont one of my first weekends there, and I remember the loneliness, confusion, and angst I was feeling, and I remember his words being comforting. It’s surreal now to be working for him as well as Steve Taylor, of all people — the legend who penned several Newsboys classics such asTake Me To Your Leader and Breakfast in Hell–at least, I think that’s what it’s called.

I keep working with people who have had an impact on my life in some way. It makes me feel I’ve discovered my niche. I remember interning at dreaded Sony/ATV, and I remember being invited to a number 1 party for Carrie Underwood or something. And I remember feeling that any normal person would be excited, but somehow I knew it wasn’t my deal– it didn’t feel right–but I also knew I wasn’t far off the mark. I didn’t end up going.

I remember learning in church how God knows the desires of our heart, and in my short amount of years, I’ve realized that He knows the desires of mine better than I thought I knew myself. This was never the career I planned for myself, yet it’s been so much more of an exciting adventure (albeit arduous) than I ever could’ve imagined.

I try not to turn back to look where I’ve been at the risk of getting dreadfully nostalgic, but I am guilty of the occasional reminiscence– especially of my jaunt to the southern hemisphere. I listen to any song from “Hello Hurricane” and it takes me back to somewhere in Australia — the weather, the smells, the breeze against my face, the feelings of solitude or independence. And then I realize the last time I saw Switchfoot play was in Sydney, and then I wonder if life really could get any better than that. But I know it can… a thousand times yes.

I need to be a better person tomorrow. I failed miserably today.

It’s amazing to be this excited about caring so deeply for a person three and a half years later. The distance has made it hard, but it’s made me realize the sacrifice required. I could get sappy here–okay, so the first draft of this entry WAS pretty sappy– multiple supporting lyrics included — but I am going to summarize it all by saying: Yes, what they say in the songs IS true.

And on that silly but giddy note, I should go to sleep, because the clock stole twenty minutes from me…

Author: Laryssa

Laryssa has spent 6+ years working on an assortment of film and television projects. She writes about her experiences to help (and amuse) others. If she's not working, she's either traveling, reading or writing about travel, or planning travel. Follow , Twitter, or Facebook.

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