I have an awesome day job.
I still get to do acting gigs every couple months.
I’m a ‘responsible adult.’ But the words ‘responsible adult’ make my inner creative kiddo throw up in my mouth.
I don’t always feel grown up.
Remember watching The Dark Knight? The Batman movie starring the late Heath Ledger as The Joker in which he challenges a soon-to-be victim: “why so serious?” I’m taking the phrase of context, but I sometimes ask myself “why so serious, Andrew.” Or perhaps a better question might be “why so intense?” As an artist in an office, I still feel deeply. I’m still an artist even if I’m looking at an expense report, hosting a training class, or speaking with executives.
But I don’t want to get too serious. Too old to have fun. Too old to play.
The older I get, the more my creative inner child wants to make sure he doesn’t starve, wither, and shrivel away. He keeps calling out to me. He warns me (in a not so Joker-esque way) “why so serious?”
So even as I don my business casual, hold two meetings and check all the metrics in countless spreadsheets, I’ll choose to bring a sense of joy and wonder to an otherwise ho-hum Wednesday.
I’ll not just ‘get through the day’ and wish that Friday where here.
I’ll be this guy… wearing business casual.
Question: Why so serious?