10:30pm. Still at CBS studios. It still makes me a little giddy to work on a studio lot. Golf carts are scooting around driven by miscellaneous bearded crew members. I don’t mind having to park on the top of the structure, it just means I have a better view of the hills and sound-stage rooftops. But despite the wonder of knowing movie magic is happening behind every door, I miss my job with Top Gear, and I’m looking forward to being back with them next week. The main reason (aside from seeing my great coworkers) is this job has literally kept me here 12 hours every day. Which in production is quite normal, and normally I wouldn’t mind. But this year hasn’t been normal. This year my dreams woke up and put on flesh to walk out into the real world. This year I’ve built a habit of daily practice. This year those hours after work are numbered and I squeeze every last drop of labor, inspiration and preparation out of them to get the results of my dream. I’ve realized all the more just what a luxury it is to get out of work at 6:30 nearly everyday. My job at Top Gear is just another item to add to the list of things that are in favor of my dreams. But God also gave me this week, and long hours or no, I’m going to embrace every moment of it. Because at the core of my dreams is love for people- these people. Because this week is allowing me to make progress in my finances- finances that fund my dreams. And at the end of the workday- even if it doesn’t come til 11pm- it’s my trust that God has it all worked out for good that drives me home with a lingering smile and a prayer of gratitude on my lips.