I think that deserves a WOO HOO!
So here I go again...tomorrow I begin a new 365 journey. Let's see what else I can learn.
As of this moment, I have picked up my camera and taken at least 1 photo for 1096 days in a row. I think that deserves a WOO HOO! So what have I learned in 1096 days? I've learned that I'm very passionate about photography. I've learned that I'm a very disciplined and determined (and, um, stubborn) person. I've learned that it's okay to feel uninspired once in a while. I've learned that photography seems tedious at times, but totally worth the back aches and hassle of lugging around a 3lb camera when I look back through a year's worth of photos and remember silly little moments that would've otherwise come and gone without a thought. I've learned that I can create a make-believe world where for a split-second, everything is perfect. And I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. So here I go again...tomorrow I begin a new 365 journey. Let's see what else I can learn.
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It's no secret that I'm not a fan of fall and winter. I'm a warm weather girl, plain and simple. But every year, no matter how hard I try to fight it, short days and cold fingers always win. I shouldn't need a space heater in my bathroom or flannel sheets on my bed. And I certainly shouldn't have to wrap in a blanket just to sit at my computer and work. I'm convinced that I was mistakenly born in Wisconsin, someone obviously mixed up the paperwork. Yes, I realize it's only the first week of fall, perhaps I'm getting a little ahead of myself. We did get a special weather treat this week, upper 80's and sunshine ALL week. Take that, calendar! My afternoon walks were so relaxing; I felt like a child as I kicked through the falling leaves and listened to the cicadas still singing in the trees. If only I could hold on to these moments just a little longer. I guess fall isn't all that bad. It just gets a bum rap because it marks the end of my precious summer. But after this week, I'm willing to give it second chance. Don't let me down. Monday night: "Mommy, I'm sooo tired, do I have to go to ballet tonight?" I'm not sure if it was the glassy eyes or the chattering teeth that finally convinced me to keep her home, but I'm sure glad I did. Little did I know at the time that this was the start of a marathon illness that kept my poor girl camped out on the bathroom floor for several days this week. At one point her temperature was hovering around the 104 mark...um, yikes. By the time Friday morning rolled around, she was finally fever-free and ready-(ish) to head back to school. And that's when her big brother woke up at 4:00 a.m. with a 101 degree temperature, killer headache and a barking cough. He just couldn't stand to let his sister get all the attention this week. I HATE sibling rivalry! While he slept the day away, I managed to get a little work and laundry done. That is, until I received an afternoon phone call from the school health room informing me that little sis nearly passed out in class and that I had to come pick her up. Just 30 minutes before the end of the day...she was SO close! It's Sunday now, and despite my achy ribs, on-and-off headache and lack of sleep, I somehow survived the week trapped in the house with the Hell-beast virus, 2 sick kiddos, hubs out of town and no groceries. Still breathing, yes, but I think I need a nap...Is it Monday yet? Hey February, I thought I told you last year that I didn't want to see you anymore. It's always the same with you; you show up, uninvited, and try to sweep me off my feet with all that "Be My Valentine" talk, then you leave me feeling cold and disappointed. You know as well as I do that we never had any real chemistry. You're just not my type. Sure, you can be sweet for a few days, when the spotlight's on you, but then it's right back to your selfish ways, teasing me with small bursts of sunshine and then giving me the cold shoulder when I finally fall for your charm. I prefer a month that's more sensitive to my needs, one with more stability, more charisma, more oomph. You claim to be all about love and romance, but you're nothing but talk. You have no staying power, no stamina. Beneath your shallow, candy-coated exterior, you're nothing more than a drab, roller-coaster of temperatures and emotions. You give me chills down my spine...but not the good kind. When you're with me, I can't be myself; I feel I have to hide beneath so many layers just to get through the day. And nights with you are cold and lifeless. I've felt your frigid hands on mine. You suffocate me and I feel trapped. If you knew me at all, you'd know that I'm looking for a month that loves me for who I really am, and that gives me the freedom to do all the things I dream about. I want to feel that spark of true love, igniting a fire inside (that doesn't actually involve a fireplace). After all these years, I can finally admit that we were never meant to be together. So take your vase of wilted flowers and your store-bought sentiments and go play your mind-games on someone else. I deserve so much more than what you have to offer, and I know if I'm patient, I'll eventually find what I've been looking for. Stuck in a rut. Looking for some serious inspiration, a kick-@ss project to drag me out of this winter funk. This happens to me every year, I don't know why I always act so surprised; I hit the ground running January 1 with goals and wild ideas and by the end of the month I'm ready to settle back into my cozy comfort zone. What am I so afraid of? Or am I being lazy? Maybe I just need someone to collaborate with, someone to keep me motivated, someone to inspire me. I still have 1 or 2 crazy ideas up my sleeve, perhaps to be revealed later this year, but for now they are just dusty thoughts in my cluttered brain. I'm so impressed by people who can take a tiny spark of an idea and turn it into something amazing. My ideas just tend to smolder for a bit and then burn out. What if one actually caught fire? |
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