My inbox is empty.
No, that’s really a rare thing. I tend to treat my inbox as a daily planner of reminders and to have it completely empty is truly unusual. But I’ve been slowly putting it to rest for the past month and it feels very good to finally have it vacant and awaiting a new year of correspondence and plans.
Twenty ten seems to have been a tumultuous year by most accounts. For some more than others. Reflecting on personal experience, 2010 has been all about honour.
From what little I know and have experienced in my short time on the outskirts of the entertainment industry, show business seems a little like a microcosm of society itself. This in that there are all sorts of people trying to make their way in it. There are talented people, opportunistic people, damaged people, scoundrels and saints. Some just want to belong to something, some just want to succeed at something, some are there because they choose to be but most are there because they are compelled - incapable of doing anything else. There is a class system, though it does appear to be penetrable by anyone with the right mix of skill and tenacity… And occasionally by those with neither. What I’ve learned about this year seems to be one of the the social mores of show business - if not a glue that holds things together, certainly it is a powerful resin.
Honour simply means doing what you promised to do. That’s all. It seems simple enough yet to a few that I have crossed in the past while even that was too tall an order. Yet to others I’ve met or have known for years the concept of doing anything less is an impossible notion. Honour is simply a part of their character.
The latter are the people with whom you need to surround yourself. Leave no doubt about it. The honourable are those with confidence in their own abilities. Those who know what an asset you can be to them and they to you. They are those for whom you would vouch and can expect would vouch for you. Honourable people are the one’s you can depend on.
Probably not the first word you’d think of to define an industry arguably driven by avarice, narcissism and envy but perhaps all the more important because of them.
So kudos to the movers and shakers and seppuku goes to the dupers and fakers.
Rest my fair inbox, for soon you shall be full once more.