This post is akin to a holiday card. You know the kind-
The holiday card reaches your mailbox anywhere from early November to late January. The card is an update from all walks of life - extended family and estranged friends - ranging from a quick paragraph to a long-winded anecdote.
As a holiday card, "a family photo and a short reflection" of the previous year will do just fine for this blog post.
Weenta and I met back in February 2016, working as camera operators for New Orleans Video Access Center (NOVAC) music video production. We were on set for the production of 1) Tanks and the Banga’s “Oh Heart” and 2) Trumpet Black and the Heart Attacks memorial video, “Good Life.” Following production, we joined as business partners in June 2016.
Y’all have probably ready or heard most of this, so let’s skip to right now - December 2016.
It's the end of the year, and our business continues to “rev up”…. Note: Yes, gross annual revenue is up from 2015! Woohoo!…. At this point, I spend more time with my business partner of half a year than I do with my boyfriend of 4 years. Between us, running your own business is fun, but it is a lot of work. My work week averages at 70 hours.
But, y’all, right now, I'm in my feelings. And I feel lost for words. Almost. Words never abandon me.
I'll just go ahead then and exclaim my gratitude and praise.
Why? I love what I do. Without sounding overly prosaic, video production connects me with so many incredible people. The bottom-line of video production is connecting with others, storytelling, and sharing experiences. Every single client is gracious and humble in this regard.
To every single person, who has entered my life through my work as a video producer that includes you reading this blog post right now, thank you. Thank you to you all. Your support is boundless, and your encouragement enables me and Weenta Productions’ growth.
Again, thank you to each and every single one of you! And finally, thank you - Weenta. Our dynamism is gold. I love working with you. You dot my “i”s. I cross your “t”s. I cannot wait to see what 2017 brings!
Side note: Oh, those late January folks and their better-late-than-never philosophy always touches me. The letter arrives and exudes a sense of urgency and sincerity that those early November letters cannot emulate.
Every year, a collage of glitter-glam cards, store-bought stationary sets, and bright red cardstock makes a teetering heap in an all-too-often, much-too-small winter-themed wicker basket (that my Mom refuses to toss out because... she's sentimental about her deals) - bought on clearance, 70% off at the now closed Bed, Bath, & Beyond off Bowman Road in Little Rock, AR. By Christmas day, the stack is a ticking bomb, an inevitable kitchen counter mess. For the benefit of all, Weenta Productions sends good tidings over the internet.
Julia Elizabeth Evans