Yesterday was a bit weird for me. Mia Freedman was the guest speaker at a Women in drinks International Women’s Day event I attended. I was in charge of the communications and helped out on the day.
Mia and I didn’t cross paths. I could have woven my way through the 450-strong crowd to say hi, but I kept my distance.
I worked for Mia four years ago, when my marriage was falling apart, and the memory of the experience has become entwined with too much pain.
I also had a cracking headache from temporary caffeine withdrawal or dehydration or stress or something.
It was kinda freaky when Mia gave a potted history of her career during her speech – I remembered being there during so many of the moments she described …
When she was on maternity leave from Cosmo and I kept the magazine ticking over; her wedding overlooking Sydney Harbour (with bonus fireworks and an embarrassing incident when I got locked inside the bathroom/bomb shelter); the heartbreak of her miscarriage; the breakdown of her marriage; joining her again many years later at Mamamia; leaving the fray a year on.
I told DD that it felt like I was a ghost in the room.
And you know how most people believe ghosts aren’t real? Well, it felt a bit like that too.
Was I REALLY there during those moments? It feels like a dream. I often wonder if it actually happened.
I mean, I know it did, but it has such an unreal quality to it all these years later.
Mia was a huge hit at the event. People thought she was funny and down-to-earth and engaging.
I stood in the queue for the bathroom afterwards – which was huuuuuuuuuge due to it being an International Women’s Day event with a predominantly female audience – and listened to the women rave about her speech.
Part of me was tempted to pipe up and say “I was by her side through a lot of that stuff.”
But I didn’t.
The day wasn’t about me. I was just there to help.
Besides, I probably imagined it all anyway.
I mean, if it was real, I would have sought Mia out and said hello … Wouldn’t I?
Song of the day: Jimmy Somerville “Mighty real”
Big hugs. It is really hard when you hear a potted version of history and you know you were there. We all know you were there. Perhaps you didn’t seek her out because as you say she forms part of a painful time in your past and as such you perhaps didn’t want to bring that up for you xoxo
Yeah, I just want to move on. Thanks Cat
I know exactly what you are saying. You have an entire new and better life. You’ve moved on from that negative part of your past. Let the others stay in that past. You’re forging ahead and not looking back.
Thanks Michelle, I’m glad you got it. I was worried I sounded like a total wanker.
I don’t know where to start. So many words… they will have to wait.
Yes, that might have to be a face-to-facer