Like many of us, I’ve felt particularly reflective this week. It’s easy to dismiss this as a wasted year. It’s easy to wish it was over already. Believe me, I do too. I felt frustrated, disappointed and just a bit meh about the whole situation. Mid pity party (I had balloons, party hats the full works going on) we tend to forget our achievements and strengths. As it doesn’t suit the narrative in our heads. But, after a bit of a talking to, I was told to look through my year and then imagine saying all of that to someone else. I did. And I will admit it. I was embarrassed. The girl who currently classes a food shop, uninterrupted zoom call and an empty laundry basket as an achievement did all of that? I had completely forgotten lost in the 2020/2021 of it all. I was asked recently what’s been my biggest regret. It’s simply I didn’t take enough photos. The places I’ve been, the shoots I directed, the features I’ve written, the column I did week in week out with my face on it. All gone. (Apart from the hard copies my mum and nana have kept obviously.) All just a memory. Why? Because I was too concerned about how it would look to others. What a fool. If the last year has taught me anything, it’s that sometimes we need to be our own cheerleader too. There is nothing wrong with being proud of yourself and your achievements. Big or small. So, here it is my video (swipe across). My year in lockdown. Because I’m bloody proud. This all started when I was coming out of a really dark place. It may have helped others, but it honestly saved me. And I want to scream it from the rooftops. I also want to thank all of the people who helped me achieve the success. I definitely didn’t do it alone. >>> Swipe across for the military style organisation, well I said I was proud, not normal...