Here we are on the cusp of June, and summer is waving.
The wheels of creativity and productivity are moving…ever so slowly.
The grass has withered above ground, but its roots are gathering strength for the long dry season.
I am gathering the strength to ask where I’m going next, and weighing the importance of it all next to the lives of the ones that are mine and yet turning into their own, and growing their needs and their schedules. It all is slowly striking a balance that I think might work, and we have the summer to relish and learn and hopefully not drive each other too crazy.
Remember this life, remember to live each day and breathe it in.
tea tree oil
marching band uniform
uncured hot dogs
ancient orange cat
This year I am recentering.
So many things are going on out there in the world. I feel a strong need to ground myself in my strengths and my craft.
I’m beefing up my vintage shop after a long hiatus, mostly due to small children and Etsy burnout. So keep an eye out there for great finds that I’ve been hauling around California for a while-I’m finally unpacking and putting it all out there in the world. I’ve also made some new-old Etsy friends and we have a collective, and we are coming for you with our fabulous wares.
I’m also going to focus on really getting my photographer mojo back. The world is a weird place for a formally educated analog photographer who got thrown into the world of digital after grad school and had to learn to sink or swim. Suddenly what I spent my life learning to teach others and create was mostly obsolete and existed merely as a nostalgic idea, a thing to dabble in whose tools are becoming more and more expensive and impossible. In truth we all saw it coming back then but I couldn’t have fathomed what the world of social media would do to visual media and how completely saturated and impossible it would feel to try and have a real career.
I mean, everyone is a photographer now. I’m SO excited that we’re all seeing things and documenting them and so many more people than ever before have access to tools that let them express themselves visually and share it with other humans.
But where does that leave me when it comes to trying to rebuild my craft and business after a decade of just being a wife and mother? It’s overwhelming and scary. But I DO know there’s only one me and I’m the only one with my eyes and my history.
There are ways to navigate this world, and I like the challenge of impossible.
Bring it, 2017.