The last two years have been the hardest of my life to date: I visited the ER three times, acquiring a total of 10 stitches and three scars, I lived in the strip club district of Atlanta without a car, I worked retail, I struggled with a constantly changing schedule that made routine the thing of wet dreams, I battled the most debilitating anxiety I have yet to experience which also brought on some of the lowest, darkest, scariest pits of depression that I wasn’t always sure I’d be able to crawl out of, all while living 720 miles away form my family and maintaining a long distance relationship. Oh, and that’s just my personal life.
My experience at The Creative Circus wasn’t much easier. It felt like what I would imagine it’s like to be a Sim in a house created by a 13-year-old. You know, they build a house with a pool, put the Sim in the pool, go into build mode, remove the ladder, and watch said Sim tread water until they drown. I went in thinking it was going to be so fun and then shit got real. And it kept getting more and more real until finally someone put the ladder back and I crawled out, sopping wet and ready to graduate.
The nice thing about the Circus, though, is that we’re all in it together. The Sims, well, they usually die alone.
So I suppose, now that I’ve reached the end, now that I’ve got my can, my hat, my T-shirt, my Certificate (which I requested to read “Casey Danger Powell,” but I guess Ron thought better of it), and a killer internship at GS+P, I guess now it’s time to wrap up this two-year blog journey. I could do this with a list of five things I’ve learned or the top ten advertising lessons from Dan Balser, but to strip down the nuance and poetry of this experience and shove it all into bullet points seems… well it seems like exactly what I do every day when I write a headline, but that’s beside the point.
I couldn’t sum it up in a list. Hell, I can barely sum it up in a paragraph, though the Sim metaphor was pretty dang close. All I can say is that the past two years have been the most earth-shattering, soul-crushing, exhausting, challenging, beautiful, ridiculous, breath-taking, emotional, devastating, Kafkaesque, and purely wonderful two years of my life. I will cherish every single day of them as long as I live, for better or worse, because they made me the person I am right now, typing this. I used to think if “if I can run a marathon, I can do anything,” but the Circus proved to be much, much harder. And there aren’t any medical tents.
An incomplete list of thanks:
Mike Powell for paying for this (and like, loving me unconditionally or whatever).
Kate Edwards for making me feel really cool about my creativity (and also the unconditional love thing).
Deb Boyda for paying for this AND making me feel really cool about my creativity.
Ryan Himmel for your constant and ridiculous commercial ideas.
Dan Balser & Everyone at the Circus who thought “meh, she’s a little loud, but decent.”
Jessie, Cooper & Dylan Powell, Chris Simon for staying related to me.
Grandma Mick for reading my blog and not getting mad at all the fucking swearing.
All my aunts and uncles and cousins for also staying related to me.
Peanut the Dog
The ever-enduring Katy Wells (I am a human cat)
Colleen Coggins & Shevek Anandan for just being the bees knees
The Trash Menagerie: I love you sons of bitches.
Erika Briggans-Jones & Amanda Miller for the endless text convos and pick-me-ups
My Pillows but not my mattress, that thing was a POS.
Peace, Love & FIN