i think about it almost on a daily basis, then one thing or another gets in my way and before you know it my head is on the pillow and there's a snoring dog or two cozying up next to me and the process ends and starts all over again. It doesn't really hit you until you get an email from your Dad, asking if everything is ok, "No blog post in such a long time..." It's not that I don't have anything to write about, quite the opposite. I actually started a post the week between Christmas and New year, talking about how I was done with listening to people talk about what they DON'T have, and how life has dealt them such a bad hand, "we have no money", "we can't splurge on anything","that person didn't deserve that promotion as much as i did", BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. Then the next time you see those people they are wearing an expensive pair of boots, or they have just gotten a new haircut or new glasses. Everyone is in the same boat, times are hard. You can either sit around and complain to everyone you know ( and even those you don't) or you can take charge of your own life and do something about it. I realized early on that rarely does someone hand you something for nothing, and when you do something for yourself you feel all the better for doing it. So, the previous post went something like that, and when i reread it back it sounded to mean, so I deleted it. My New Years resolution this year is simple, or so it may seem. I'm going to slow down and take more time for ME. Does that sound selfish? well, maybe in a way It is, but I can't remember the last time i did something, just for me, that didn't carry the baggage of who will this effect? how will the stress out weigh the joys of that one act? Sadly enough, exactly what I thought would happen has slowly been happening. In turning my life passion (photography) into a (growing) business has left me with the lack of ambition to do what i used to love to do. That girl that never left the house without a camera, the same one who shot a puddle, just because of the way the neighbors tree reflected in it, has recently been known to glance over at the 7D sitting on the kitchen counter and grab her keys and run out the door. I don't want to do that anymore. I want to return to Wednesdays off, lingering with a cup of coffee and shooting a million photos of nothing, experimenting with light, color, things in focus and more so, those out of focus. My big plans for a career change in 2012 have come to a screeching halt, and as bummed as I was at first, I'm actually sort of happy. The thought of a better income and more time to shoot was so enticing that I didn't think about what it was I would actually be doing. Although am appreciative of the offer, it was not me, and I think down deep I knew that. And as much as I complain about getting up at 5a, and not getting home until 6p on most nights, I love the company I work for and not many people who don't work for themselves can say that. It keeps me forever learning, forever evolving, and best yet, forever young.
I'm more determined than ever to fulfil my photo inspiration projects this year. I restarted my EVERYDAY project.

Last years was derailed when my iPhone died and I had to get a new one and for some reason the app didn't save my content.
Also started a Project 365, which I hope to see through to the very end, that would actually be a 365 + 1 project, seeing this is a leap year. (too much pressure!) and then I really think today is the day I sign up for Tracey Clarks Picture Winter Class, I need to have someone to be responsible to.


and then I look at images from recent jobs and think, "it's not all work! Hope to see you soon!





