I was having a little scroll through the mobile version of this
here blog since I've been bombarded with harassment emails from g suite
to renew the domain. Turns out I shoulda paid attention to those emails and saved myself the fuss over renewals - my precious blog was down and who knows for how many days!
Anyhow, then I noticed how I literally had one post in the whole of 2015. So I thought to myself, what on earth happened there?
I
mean, I had so much content to write. I got married, and by no mean
feat, I accomplished putting together an entire wedding in a month (and
on budget!) at the end of 2014 so why didn't I write about this? Now
I've probably forgotten half the details.. which may be a good thing,
there's always aspects to such a thing that one wishes to forget.. and
anyone who tells you any different is lying. And since we live in the
age of social media where we try to flaunt what a (mostly faux) fabulous
life we live, you can count on this truth especially around weddings.
Anyway, where was I?
Because
2015 was when I started freelancing as a producer. Rather brave
considering the saturated pot of producers out there - and the
significantly lower amount of worth-their-salt production managers and
coordinators. I had a fabulous year though, and no I'm not fauxing that -
it's fact. I went to London for a shoot, I worked with my huzzband on
several projects, one even won a Loerie that year. I pitched on several
multimillion jobs and won them (quoting game whoop whoop) and even
managed to take off 6 weeks to go on the #Megamoon to end honeymoons
before ending the year with a crazy cross country shoot for a big beer
ad. Okay, Eric and Kate might have taken the ranking of hectic
honeymoons after their glorious cross continents version but I LOVED
ours just the same.
Which brings me to why did I
not write about those magical experiences? I can see so many drafts on
my home page where I did seem to do a lot of stop-starting on the
topic.. but nothing ever came of it. And I have high opinions to share
about Paris and Berlin, not to mention the mad island and town hopping
we managed to achieve from Croatia - you know, the country my family
hails from. I mean, the bus rides, the ferries, the x-files airports
just to name a few means of transport we used -- although, this barely
rivals Retini's commute from Bali to JHB this year 
And
how I discovered the documentary "The True Cost" and how this
absolutely changed my attitude towards my shopping addiction and
directed me to find better, fairer ways to feed said addiction. How I
educated myself and became obsessed with finding organic and fair trade
cotton. Which I then did find and created a bloody uniform for my
pregnancy - although this was a year later and to my credit, I did write
about this.
I would like to pledge that I
will write more. I enjoy writing and telling my stories - I get to write
as much as I frikken want and nobody gets bored or tries to change the
subject. At least that's how it happens in my fantasy of seeing people
read my blog in my head.
But it's not
something I can promise. After all, I am a new mom, still getting used
to the idea that all my time belongs to my little lion cub and aside
from how beautiful he is making up for the gazillion dirty cloth nappies
and hours spent gnawing at my tits, now he's smiling and cooing so I'm
pretty preoccupied even when not tending to the usual baby demands. Life
is beautiful and I would love to share stories of just how so, but gift
me a moment -- and I really do aim to not leave you dry like I did in
2015.
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