This past Friday there wasn't a star to be seen on the red carpet. The Oscars were still two days away and I was tagged to help set up our camera positions for the weekend's festivities.
I use the word surreal a lot when I describe my life. There might be a better word for it, but I'm too busy most days to look it up. I've covered awards shows enough to know that the only thing I'll be missing for not being there, is a sore shoulder and back from shooting for two or three hours straight.
Most of the other crews were done bleeding (or faxing) their lines. That's just photog speak for testing the cables.
I never try to imagine what it must feel like for the stars to walk on this side of the carpet. I've never attended anything like the Oscars outside of my job.
Maybe if my curiosity (or even envy) for how the rich and famous live were greater, I might want to push myself to have or "be" more than I am.
I'm sure my wife and kids would appreciate it. I don't suffer from a lack of ambition. I'm just extremely lucky to have the things in life that I think are important.
I have a life that suits me (at least for now, I do). Somewhere down the line I might decide that I want to climb a mountain (speaking purely figuratively) or shoot for the stars.
In the meantime, I will be content. I like who I'm turning out to "be".
There's a chance a celebrity might find my life interesting, but I come up short on the rich and the famous. Being a man of modest ambitions I just have to say, that's okay.
Living and breathing and being me is still all the award I'll ever need.