I’ve worked hard on my attitude.
I’ve fought to leave the Jante Law behind me.
I am someone. Not famous and a well known face, but someone with the right to exist and be visible.
My grandmother would never write a blog. Not because she does not understand computers. The major reason is that she does not express her opinion unless asked. Her generation doesn’t do that.
That especially counts for women.
I started to do something about on my attitude at work. Men get better salary. Not because they do a better job but because they make sure their boss knows they do a hell of a job.
When a woman is asked if she knows about something she replies “a little”. A man answers “yes”.
So do I.
I answer “yes” or “no”, never “a little”.
Unfortunately my attitude has given me an Attitude. Maybe. I don’t know for sure. I don’t know what people think of me.
I try to be not too bold, and definitely not impudent and brass.
Still, when I have finished the first draft of a script and proudly present it to get feedback I assume that I will receive only roses and some delicate suggestions, although I tried to tell myself otherwise.
What did he say in Top Gun? “Your ego is writing checks your body can’t cash.”
I felt I just wanted to burn the script, forget about writing and support myself doing decorations in Fimo clay. I still feel that way.
But I have the right to do mistakes.
Yes, I am embarrassed that I confused “strike” and “stroke”. Very embarrassed.
But it’s not likely I’ll do that mistake again.
Life goes on. Rise and continue.
Filmography links and data courtesy of
The Internet Movie Database.

3 comments:
Cheer up. Find something deep within your soul, something that you are passionate about... then write from that place.
'Rise and continue' that is what has to be the key for you, lift yourself up and continue my friend, like you said, we all have the right to make mistakes without abusing this right of course.
Keep your head up and go on, you can do it!
Have a nice weekend!
Thank you very much, both of you.
These feelings come every time I let somebody read for the first time. It feels terrible, but pass after a few days.
Now I'm back on track.
Have a Merry Christmas!
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