Tuesday, 28 May 2013
My little journal here has been neglected these past few weeks. Just usual life stuff with extra commitments thrown in for good measure. And work. Did you hear me? WORK! I'm still petrified at the reality of feeling like a proper grown up again (yes, raising children should make you feel like a proper grown up, but I must say, not being responsible to turn up to a workplace for the last (almost) six years doesn't really make me feel all that grown up..), but think I am doing a good job of hiding it. Fake it till you make it, right?
I flew to Canberra late Friday afternoon, as a photographer. Just got goosebumps as I typed that bit. Again with the pretending to be a grown up. Three families wanted me to take their photos. For the second time in the space of a week, I was to spend more than 24 hours in a row sans children. This time round felt easier - mainly because I wasn't there to relax and enjoy myself. I was there to capture and deliver lasting memories for three beautiful families that they will (hopefully) remember forever.
Mental notes from the weekend ::
The last time I was in Canberra, I was on my Year 7 camp.
Canberra is a really pretty city.
Canberra is bloody freezing.
Flying without kids is ace. Ace.
Virgin give you free snacks and drinks.
Reading a novel uninterrupted is the bomb.
Patrick Swayze was one of the most beautiful men EVER.
Pretending to be a grown up is fun.
I love my job.
I love that I had the courage to make my job, my job.
Flying without kids is ace. ACE.
Yes, I meant to type that one twice.
What makes you feel like you're just pretending to be a grown up? x