A few days ago, my Bonton editor and I were sitting at the table, working on the latest episodes, more than two weeks in a row. It was a crazy cold day and we literally haven't left the tiny and ugly apartment where we're currently working and living while in Zagreb. And as I was observing us, in that small, demotivating and terribly far away from the city centre place, I said out loud - we're like two people put together in a social experiment.
Sure, we're most definitely not strangers to each other because we've been colleagues for years and for the past couple of months, while we were filming the series we lived in the same hotel, but this situation is something completely different.
Not to mention that I was fully unprepared for it because we've been put in a place where we're not only living together in a really small space that literally has NO privacy at all but also have to work in that same enviroment every single day in a row.
As you can imagine, things get quite monotone after a few days.
No matter how cool you are with each other.
No matter how many things in common you have.
No matter how much you love your job.
No matter how many glasses of Jagermeister you drink.
No matter how much work gets done.
A month long adventure that can seem like an endless drive, especially when you're experiencing one of those weird days. And we all tend to have them, no matter how hard we try to fight it.
One of the reasons why I was so unprepared for this is quite simple - not long ago I ended a five year long relationship (this is the first time I'm mentioning it here on the blog because I simply had no idea how to put it in words up until today) and a big part of me didn't get the chance to heal, to process everything because I was so overwhelmed with work. My mind needed some peace and quiet but couldn't find any.
And here I was, in the middle of postproduction of Bonton, accidentally sharing a place with another guy and at one moment I started to feel crushed. Even though we're most definitely not in a relationship (that's the last thing I need right now) I felt a strong need to escape it all, to run away somewhere...anywhere. More than anything I needed to be alone and I couldn't.
But here comes the surprising part.
When two friends/colleagues share a space together for a certain amount of time, they tend to become closer and closer. So we talked more than before (and we always enjoyed talking to each other). A lot. About everything. Life, work, love, priorities. We're insanely similar in thinking so for the first time in a while I felt understood. Not judged. Approved.
Something that started out as a big pile of mess all of a sudden turned into a healing spot. I talked and there was someone who listened. Someone who understood my love for blogging ('go on, buy that design, you love your blog so much so just do it.'), my passion for work and constant wandering around, someone who didn't point out my weaknesses but brought out my strenghts instead...a person who understood it all.
And just like that I started to feel like my messed up heart is picking up its pieces all over again. I started to heal, in the weirdest situation of all, burdened with so much work related things and life issues with a little big help from the most unexpected person ever. And a big portion of sushi. And pasta. And McQueen and Moschino.
And a little coffee mug that says 'Let life surprise you'.
Sometimes you really have to let the magic in.
It might actually positively surprise you.