My new game plan drop the bar. Shoot something – anything – so the camera stops feeling like a threat. I’ve already burned a month obsessing over one idea. Enough. Record, cut, post. Craft and polish can wait. Just start, finish, repeat.
It’s Sunday and there’s a dawat tonight. I’m jittery: as my parents (who I have not seen in over 2 years) will show up. I’ve pre-lived every worst-case scenario in my head and it’s exhausting. So why go? Because the invite matters. Showing up says I’m still on the list, still wanted. Skip too many and the invites dry up – fear confirmed: of I do not matter to people and here is the evidence for that. So I’m going, nerves and all.
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