Journeys

I have two friends who, in a week, drove to Nashville, Tennessee, and back. Their trip was epic.

I did not venture out of the GWA (greater Woodstock area), yet this week was a different kind of journey.

I started the week with a large task at hand - finishing my documentary about my own struggle with weight. The interviews that I shot for this doc. had already changed my life for the better in terms of becoming a happier person. I now had to finish.

There were some obstacles at the beginning of the week (and I wouldn't change them for anything). I had a friend who needed me, and then was hit like a tonne of bricks with a terrible head cold. This made staring at a computer screen to edit impossible. I lost two and a half days of work - I knew I would get through it though.

I brought the essentials to school on Thursday and Friday - slippers, blankie, apples and the will to finish. I looked like a documentary superhero with my hot pink blankie wrapped around my shoulders like a cape, and my brown and beige checked slippers.

This mind-bending journey ended at 9:26pm on Friday - and I was mentally and physically exhausted (and in desperate need of a shower). Instead, I went to a party. I was virtually incapable of normal human interaction, and barely remember being there. (I was not under the influence).

The documentary trip I have been on for the last month has brought me places inside my own mind that I had rarely visited, and illuminated things that had never shone.