I Has a Busy

Manic.

Just manic.

In fact, I’ve started this post 5 times, and every time I do it, something else crops up.

Some of you may have seen I’ve decided to pile more work on my plate by FINALLY getting cosmicgirlie photogblog up and running – this is where I pretend to know what I’m talking about when you ask me questions about the pictures I take. I’ve said it before I’ll say it again – I DO NOT propose to be a photog know-it-all, I’m just answering your questions in a way that hopefully makes sense to the absolute beginners of photography! You don’t need to have a fancy camera; hell even if you’re just using a camera phone then get in touch.

I’ve also been editing maybe a frillion photos for all manner of things; there’s still a shit load of Cybermummy pics to do, I’m doing my damnedest to stay on top of BlipFoto, and a wedding I did with Alan Bremner a while back STILL has not been touched. Added to this I’ve been invited to assist in another wedding this month, then next month is BlogHer10, then after that Noah starts school and then we’re away and then D’s major birthday and then I’m quite sure it’s Christmas and then wtf?

HOLY. HELL.

Admittedly though, I’m loving it. I hate being this busy, and yet I love it. I’m exhausted and yet I feel alive, like I’m actually DOING something.

And something else rather colossal happened this week too; I officially (finally) quit my last orchestra. I told them  think I’ve pretty much come to the end of my time as a musician; it’s time to let it go. I’ve got so much else going on, I just don’t have the time to give to it properly. Plus, this particular orchestra have treated me in the way that I had begun to think was impossible – the treated me with respected. More-so, they said “thank you”. I don’t ask a lot; I never asked to be principal, I never asked for special favours, and I went to every rehearsal I could possibly do (including going to rehearsals where I wasn’t even able to play in the concert), and all I ever wanted in return was for someone to say thank you.

That was all.

And now I feel I can finally walk away with my head held high, feeling good about myself. For once.

It’s been a long time coming, but it’s a glorious feeling.