All for this one lingo

Early this morning, Garrett (friend by day, paparazzi by night) gmails me pictures of lingos past. 2004: Two months of flash frustrations, devouring animation books, and learning to tell a story in a medium I had not yet mastered. Walking cycle by trial and error. Filmmaking by fire.
The night of the Lingos i was so nervous i was shaking on the subway. What if the laptop doesn’t work? What if it’s not shown at all? What if no one gets it? What if they think it’s boring? Why do they hate me so much that they are showing mine AFTER ’single tips’?
I recognize the irony of needing to go back two years to recall those fears. They surround me now. But I can look back with relief, knowing how the story ends. The anxiety of today has not yet met its fate.
