I don’t like failure. I had a blog once, but it didn’t last long. I had great intentions, but lacked direction, and when I clicked “delete” I felt that sinking feeling of disappointment in myself. I told myself that it wasn’t worth it anyways. There’s a bajillion other blogs out there that are way more entertaining and fine-tuned than anything I have to offer, why would anyone read what I have to say? I’m just another photographer. Just another wife and mom. Just another voice in a world of 7 billion other voices – how could I be heard? Who cares enough to click on my link and then stay there?
But that’s just it. Who cares?
I’ve always been a firm believer in staying true to myself. I like hiking, eating cookie dough, and watching New Girl. I have a passion for photography and spending my time chasing light with couples that are hopelessly and madly in love. I look for the best in people and believe that there is honest good in every single thing that exists.
Except ticks. I’m still on the hunt to find something good about those.
I get hangry. I have bad days. I struggle with keeping my dishes done and I like butter more than I probably should. I’m not perfect… and it’s okay. I know there are other people out there that share some of my likes and dislikes. In fact – I found another person that shares my absolute disgust with the feeling of cotton balls! I seriously thought I was the only one! If there’s another person out there that doesn’t like cotton balls, then there has got to be someone out there that will enjoy reading one or two of my posts.
So here I am. This is my spot where I’ll be sharing what’s going on in my neck of the woods – my passions and my struggles, my discoveries, my heart, and my mind. I’ll showcase my art, my fantastic clients, and the world as I see it through my eyes and my lens.
Here goes nothing. I’m starting a blog (again)!