Lightning

I finally started feeling a bit better today, like maybe this cold was finally on its way out of here. And then we had more car work to do. I am always prone to motion sickness so car work is my least favorite thing to do. Today's car work involved the actors and camera in the car, and the rest of us in follow van watching monitors that were receiving the wireless signal from the car. Great. Usually, it takes some time for my motion sickness to set in during these sort of scenarios so I was praying this car work would be short lived. Three people in a car and only two of them are talking - how long could this possibly take? Well, thankfully it didn't take long. We hadn't been in the car two minutes and a wave of nausea came over me. Oh God, now? Fortunately, I managed to ward off the vomiting, but continued to remain nauseous for some time even after I was out of the van. That's odd. Certainly not how my usual motion sickness occurs. Usually, within minutes of removing myself from the moving vehicle, my motion sickness has resolved itself.

But eventually the nausea passed and I soon forgot it. Especially, when no sooner were we inside the Duke Mansion but the bottom fell out. The wind was howling, the grounds were flooded, and lightning and thunder was cracking all around us. How lucky are we that we are filming inside now? Whew that was a close one. We had some down time while the actress was changed over, so I stepped out on the massive front porch of the Duke Mansion with several others and admired the downpour. You could hardly see the fountain out front for all the rain. This was one of those commonly talked about southern showers. They come in out of nowhere, dump buckets of rain on you in no time, and then are gone just as quickly as they came. Sure enough, by the time we were ready to shoot the rain had all but stopped and the thunder was no where to be found.

On the way home, I decided my appetite that had vanished for days was suddenly back. So I decided I would stop at Harris Teeter on the way home and pick up something quick to make for dinner and a few other items. The roads were still wet from the downpour, but the sun was still out and they were quickly drying. I enjoyed the daylight as it will most likely be the last I see of it all week as we will be working late into the night come Thursday and Friday. When I returned to the apartment I received what appears to be potentially good news. We will see if it all pans out or not. I hesitate to even admit it to myself in the fear of jinxing it. But as I sit and contemplate the news, I am reminded again of the artwork I saw weeks ago with the phrase, "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain." I think I might just have to get that piece of artwork. It seems more and more prevalent to my life right now. This storm isn't going to just pass and if I wait for it to, I will be missing out on a whole lot of greatness. Just because I got struck by lightning once, I can't be afraid to whether the storm again. The odds are, lightning never strikes the same place twice.