The Night Before…

The Night Before…

The Night Before…

When I decided a couple of weeks ago to fly towards an inspiration, I knew I was also flying towards an assault course of challenges.

Why not for my first Shimnix Session?

As I wait for tomorrow’s session I can hear the wind outside and a few ropes of anxiety ties a knot in my stomach.

Why not film outside in winter?

The weather forecast either quietens the rush of nerves or whips them up into waves of panic.

Why not film on the sea?

Peace I say, having a plan B gives me a little calmness.

Hope, failure, fear, if you don’t try you can’t fly.

Why not do a music session with no sound recording equipment, no public liability, no  release forms,  no lights, no location permission and just not enough hands?

I did not think about this a couple of weeks ago! But again you have to start, to know where you need to improve and if I had known I probably would not have even tried.

So now I have everything on that list and even a till ywo minutes ago I did not.

Through organising, determination and allot of help from my friends, their generosity and skill swapping understanding, I am now sat with everything other than the knowledge of the weather.

Maybe this Shimnix needs to fly through a storm to strengthen her wings.

To trust.

To be able to fly towards an inspiration with no regrets and no pre-emptive feelings of failure.

I am so pre-occupied with the sense of falling, that I have almost not realised I have learnt to fly.

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