Around here, manana seems to be the busiest day of the week. We never seem to get there.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In New York it seems like there's no Monday or Saturday or Sunday. The town is always moving. The vibe is great.
There is never a typical week. I don't think I can live with a typical week.
I spent a year in that town, one Sunday.
Every week in a small town is very different. Something is going on.
Training is full-on. Some days I really don't want to get out of bed and hit that track again. Sunday and Monday morning sessions are always horrible. But who really looks forward to going to work on a Monday morning?
On the set I never know what day of the week it is.
I'm a very ritualistic, routine-oriented person, and I discovered over the years that I love working Monday through Friday.
Every day is intense and alive, whether it's travel, work, even down time, which there is so little of.
In everyday life there is always manana. There is no urgency.
I go into my workroom seven mornings a week. There will only be one or two mornings a week where it seems to be going well, but to earn those days you have to go through slow, slodgy days where your mind feels like porridge.