In a futile attempt to get some order in the mess that used to be our living room (we hang out in the bedroom mostly now) I went through a stack of magazines.
Under a bunch of American Babies and Parenting magazines I found an unopened Filmmakers and an unread HD magazine. They seemed out of place, as if they should have been delivered to some other person, a person that makes documentaries and other video projects.
What only months ago was my whole live now seemed a distant memory. I knew I had to turn the passion back on if I ever was going to finish this documentary I have been working on for nearly two years.
So after some pumping, some explaining to the husband and than some more pumping I drove the rental car to Coney Island. I have never been as efficient at getting footage as that day. No lingering on, no wandering around for maybe a better shot or a better interview. In and out, get the job done and back home (also because the boobies were starting to explode: note to self next time pack pump in the camera bag).
I am starting to think that new mommies are not a liability but an asset to their companies.
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