Where did my own life go while telling others' stories?

You take raw footage and shape it into something that makes people feel. That is real artistry, done mostly alone, in the dark, inside other people's stories. And after years of it, you have looked up and wondered where your own story went. That question is worth stopping for. It is easy to disappear into other people's narratives when telling them is your whole day. You are intimate with a hundred lives that are not yours, and your own can quietly slip to the edges while you are busy giving shape to everyone else's. That is not a character flaw. It is what deep, absorbing craft does if you never come up for air. So come up for air, on purpose. Your life did not vanish; it has just been waiting off-screen while you worked. Give it some footage of its own. Protect time that is not about anyone else's project, see people, make something that is yours, step into the daylight. Start with one evening this week that belongs to your story, not a client's. You are the editor of your own life too. Start cutting it the way it deserves.