The Wild Inspired

Currently slowing down. It’s day 1 of being back home from traveling. Reflecting on the past 3 trips in 3 months and how fast it all went, all the new places, meeting new faces... I’m overwhelmed in a way because when one trip ended I was already onto the next. I feel like I didn’t get to soak everything in and feel that gratitude deeply. So now I’m on overload of re-living memories. I have a good feeling I’ll be blogging a lot of this stuff in the next couple weeks because there were so many moments captured, so many clients in front of my camera, so many laughs with friends & family, and so many cool places I got to experience. I’m overjoyed. I feel like I just experienced everything I had dreamed of when I began photographing professionally. I was so scared to make a leap, to dream bigger, to charge my worth. I wanted to be accessible for ANYONE to hire me, but when I honed into a niche, and manifested the exact client I wanted, they came. I may be too expensive for a lot ...

Lately, I have been soaking up inspiration from all around me like a sponge. Though I have yet to burst through the seams of my restricting and trapped creativity, I am still open...and in the end, is not that what life is all about? Hm, yes I concur. Amidst this moment (year) of my drowsy lull, I somehow feel uplifted. I have finally figured out exactly what changed. This change did not come from anything external, it was not given to me by any specific thing. Just like this ridiculous snow in New York, it hit me like a shivery sheet of ice. "All this time I have been comparing myself to other people. Other bloggers, celebrities, photographers. Even other clients and customers of mine." ...That was the initial thought, but that was obvious to me. I had alwas been that way; the perfectionist that trampled anyone to be at the top level of the perfectionism ladder...as if it was some kind of competition. Ridiculous .  But, no. That was not the epic moment that chan...