It's a wrap! Behind the Scenes...
We're finished with all of the in-studio photos for my upcoming cookbook. Unless there are reshoots. And there were reshoots.
TL:DR - Video montage of behind the scenes footage from week two of the Diasporican cookbook shoot.
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It’s a wrap on the shoot for Diasporican! I know my team is probably like, “she finally said it!”
Thanks to my team. I’m sorry that I wasn’t celebrating as hard as everyone else. This is an issue, I know. It’s definitely been brought up to me before, “Can’t you just celebrate the moment?” NO! I could die. Haha. I’m always afraid of celebrating or patting myself on the back for something I’ve done, even if I’m stoked AF, because the universe has a way of balancing shit out. Let’s blame it on Mami. One of her infamous pieces of advice to me, even as a child, “Don’t get too happy.”
I can’t remember, but I feel like I’ve definitely talked about this before. Can you imagine being conditioned since very small to exist in a world where you’re told to you’re not good enough by the system, but then also told by your community that you will (and must) work three times harder to succeed? And then if you do achieve the goal you busted your ass for (and possibly gave away fractions of your soul) the brujas in your life are warning you that if you celebrate too loudly, balance is right around the corner; the universe will knock you on your ass and quickly humble you.
The team worked SOOOOOOO hard. And when we had finally shot our last photo, everyone looked at me and waited for me to yell “it’s a wrap.” I couldn’t. I WON’T! My mouth couldn’t move. I was still. In my head I’m thinking, “If I express this joy, I will die on the drive home.” I know it sounds ridiculous and even more so to my therapist! I cannot celebrate until that book is in my hand and in bookstores. Because then, there’s no going back for the publisher. Haha. Between now and that time, my mouth could get me into enough trouble that pulls the entire deal.
So, I’ll write what I cannot say; which is basically one of the reasons I became a writer.