That's what I needed.
A dose of epi, a little B12, hell, maybe even full-blown
I was freaking burned out,
and didn't give much of a flip
whether I ever picked up the camera again.
I put it down for a spell, and let it rest.
It wasn't the fault of my clients,
far from it. It was due to my type-A,
can't say no, gotta go, go, go, mindset
that has sadly dictated the last 6 years of my photography
A conundrum of my own creation,
and as usual, my own worst enemy.
Being the all-or-nothing creature that I am,
I did what felt natural to me...
I pretty much said no to any and every job
which came my way, save for a small group
of long-time clients and one group of magazines.
And then my best friend Tom coerced me into
taking a photography workshop this past week.
to be exact.
Mindy has done what I thought for sure
what was impossible.
She taught me to believe again.
To trust in myself and my intuition again.
To drum it into my head that there are no mistakes
when you follow your heart and your calling.
That CPR thing came by way of a beautifully
gifted lady named Mindy, and she has rocked my world.
Thank you Mindy, Lisa and Jill.
Hope came in the package of two spitfire New Yorkers,
and my own stubborn decison to get off my ass and say,
"oh okay, I'll give this workshop thing a shot...it'll only
be a few hours outta my day regardless."
Sharing an image from the workshop.
Just one for now.
It's open for your own interpretation.
I don't even feel compelled to share what it is,
or where I shot it.
What matters most to me is that I stopped,
took a breath, got out of my own way,
and followed my intuition.
I looked up, and whaddaya know?
There it was.
So yeah... I reckon I'll be back to work
with new eyes and a new purpose.
To follow that voice inside of me that says
"screw the rules, make up your own. tell fear to f off."
Message recieved, Mindy.
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