My One Second is my favorite project. Maybe it’s because I don’t take it as seriously as the 365. I almost deleted a clip because Becks was too yellow thanks to awful lightning. I did delete a clip because it wasn’t the right orientation. What I’m saying is, I don’t care if I miss a day or two. Or three. But I still love this project more than anything I’ve done.
Your babies move. You hear a laugh. Arms waves and feet kick up. Your life flashes and pops. Every month, I’m reminded of who I’ve seen and what we’ve done. I see family and friends sneak in. I love watching my life get smooshed and I get pissed that more people don’t do it or don’t share their months.
I’m six month in. And all I see is how we’ve changed and how life hasn’t been that shitty. The first few months I didn’t have a job. It’s Becks heavy. I remember the boredom and I remember the freedom. I see the day I got a job. I see the day Coop graduated Second grade, and I saw the day Becks ran to Kindergarten. I watched our kids’ friends pop in and out of frame and I hope they always do. I see the everyday crap I’ll still be doing in 15 years. I watch my friends dance and realize I was dancing on the other side. I see a good life. And it flashes by as quickly on-screen as it does in my head.
Some people aren’t grateful for shit and sometimes it’s difficult to feeling grateful. Forest and trees thingy-ding. “Days are long and the years are short” deal. I get sucked up in the drama of Everyday too. But at the end of the month, the One Second gives me a wake up call. It smashes Life into a nice little clip, it erases the drama, highlights the fantastic and the boring details and screams, “You better love me hard cause I’m what you got and I move fast.”
5 :: 30
For the one second of goodness.