31/05/2025
In this image I’m in one of my best friend’s studios, camera in hand, capturing her doing her thing.
And I thought f*ck me, we really doing it.
We were / are much the same, all these years later.
At school…
English: I had the words, just not the spelling. My teacher knew. She tried to wring it out of me like a dishrag.
Science: Mrs Hasstletine gave up so many lunch breaks trying to make it click. The next day? Gone. But I never forgot her trying so hard with me. I was so incredible desperate to understand science, still am!
Maths: hardly spoke, still got in trouble. Easily my villain origin story. 😑
Drama: took the work seriously. They expected more. Never let me coast - not once. Made me cry once or twice for being late or missing a class… which wasn’t exactly rare for me. But when someone believes in you like that, it stings to fall short.
Art: a beautiful mess. They wanted neat. I gave them… feelings.
School reports said I needed to take things more seriously. Which was kind of funny, considering I was living alone in a one-bedroom cottage at the time. 🫖 Just me, a cat I’d adopted, and a whole lot of world experience I wasn’t quite ready for.
And somehow, here we are, turning what we love into what we do.
Soooo… if you find the thing that lights you up and you keep showing up for it, it can become a part of your world. A really good part. You’ll find people you don’t let down and people that see your potential,
Little us would’ve lost it Becky.
Big us? Still juggling… but no school report to tell us we’re getting it wrong. 🤭
