katiapistulka

but that might be a little difficult.

It’s been since the end of 2023 that I officially got into this—so close to two years now. And getting to this point… I mean, we all reach a point, but this point… I’m astounded. Astonished.
It’s not what I imagined.
And honestly, I’m still a little scared. The unknown makes everything feel so big, so uncertain. I mean, I’m even thinking about how this career fits into my pension—for goodness’ sake. This job. These kinds of things. The path I chose.
Saying it out loud—that I chose this path—feels surreal.

I might get a little personal here, but I just talked with my sister last night, sitting on a mattress on her floor that we set it up for a few nights, the room where she went through the exact same feeling. Her believing in me… that made sense, somehow.
I think we all have a moment like that—or at least I hope so. Whether it was someone we talked to, or someone we didn’t, something clicked. Something told us to keep going. And maybe, for a second, someone else believed for us—and that was enough.

Will I do weddings forever? I don’t know.
Do I see myself at 45, running around with a camera, under pressure?
Personally, I hope not.
Or maybe—who knows.
I believe I can be good. Really good. Maybe even good enough that one day I won’t have to work quite so hard.
Because right now? I’m giving it everything. My savings—the ones I held onto for six years—are gone. And weirdly, I’m glad.
They went toward building this. Toward a website. Toward a dream wedding trip. Toward something I can’t see yet.

But this post goes to my sister, Saly—who believes in me even beyond what I can believe in myself.
And here’s to the ones who carry belief for us—just long enough for us to catch up.
Thank God for that. And trust me, I also have you to thank.

I cannot wait to show the weddings I was part of this past June. It’s honestly so exciting I stop myself from editing. They’re so good I almost can’t look…
But soon.
Soon they’ll be revealed.

Also—it’s not about it making sense.
And somehow, that’s the most beautiful part.
I’m finally okay with that. That finally makes sense.

Okay… this turned into more of a “read my diary” kind of blog.
For those clients out there who enjoy seeing my dramatic, nostalgic side—this one’s for you.

See you soon,
Katia

Saly this morning leaving me at the train station.