It’s not new to have the feelings of quitting everything. I go through these “waves” at least once a year, if not more. I always look at my husband and tell him I want to delete it all and move on to something totally different.
It usually is spurred on by another artist. I see their brilliance. I think of my own art. I all but laugh out loud at how “ungifted” I really am. I feel embarrassed that I call myself an artist and I want to delete it all and pretend as if I never traveled down this road in the first place. Remember when you were a photographer? It’s funny to think how you’re now an accountant. (or something equally as crazily opposite.) No, I have no idea what you’re talking about.
I guess it’s just the ebb and flow of being an artist. Capturing life on paper, working with someone that in some small way changes your life for the better, spending late nights poring over your computer and producing something that is new and exciting and life-giving. Feeling on top of the world. Clicking a link to a photographer’s portfolio, feeling overwhelmed at how talented they are, hearing about a new and brilliant idea an artist has that you wish you had thought of, viewing art that has changed the world. Feeling like a giant fraud. Wanting to crawl in bed and wake up an accountant.
That’s how I’ve been feeling the past few days. I find myself over-thinking my business and feeling a bit overwhelmed trying to organize my thoughts, dreams, wishes and realizations about everything.
Then, I look through some of the {way less than perfect} photos I took last week …
early morning, my nephew hugging/tackling Charley.
late night, My dad tucking Charley into bed, my mom reading with my nephew.
finding my dad and my daughter enjoying a quiet moment together on the porch.
{left} Charley’s courtesy smile she has started giving to strangers and my camera. the joy of grandkids.
eating dinner, thinking his Aunt Jessica is the funniest girl around. {he’s right.}
the girls I’ve quite literally grown up with together for our bi-annual girl’s weekend, no kids allowed. In the photos above are 11 people. four out of the six are pregnant, one with twins. all coming this summer. weeeeee!
… and suddenly I’m reminded why I fell in love with photography in the first place. Why I’ve never pursued it to be famous. Why a valuable role I play in many of my friends’ and family’s lives is simply clicking the shutter button. Why I am changing the world, it’s just my own.






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