I'm trying to break out of this cycle of going to the camera truck and sleeping at lunch.

I used to never be able to get enough of the backlot and now, I spend weeks not evening walking through it. It's the small acts that have a large impact on my life.

I was cleaning out my belongings this weekend and I found my first pass for the WB lot. 2013 was the year. 5 years ago! Man, 19 year old Spencer would have killed to even intern at that time. I wasn't even dreaming far enough to see where I am today.

The more I look around me, the more I conclude its gratitude that is missing from so many folks in the film industry. And the scariest part is I see that in myself when I lose sight of the big picture.