Here we are again. The magical few days of the year that I actually believe I’m going to consistently create blog posts. Thinking it will be easier to keep in touch with people when I'm gone than forgetting to send the millions of texts and emails I meant to send and didn't. Sometimes my own optimism, despite the facts stacked against me, is impressive. In my defense, I’ve been mostly consistent in writing for myself over the past year. That too used to be a few days a year kind of activity, but look at me now being all self improved and shit.
I’m still not sure what mess will spew from my brain in these. Some may interest you and some may not. I tend to be overly feely and intense. I also seem to overshare a lot. Is there a way to shield my parents and Nana Lois from seeing select things to alleviate some stress? I guess the bright side is that anything I write about will most likely have already happened and ended fine. Like the time I ended up with a certain plant in Mexico and had one of the best nights ever eating Mexican Cheetos and swimming in our rooftop pool listening to spacey Spotify playlists. Sorry, Andy. I swear I’m always extremely careful and I wasn’t in any danger at any point and I've been trying to use my phone tracker thing for you, but my battery is always too low.
Realistically, most things will probably be about what it’s like living like this. Living with myself and my overactive brain and high standards and all my feels. What the layers of life, travel, work, anxiety and a constant need to push myself further looks like. All mixed up and co-existing. I thrive on human connection and I live for the deep shit. So I’m going to try my hardest to treat this similarly to my personal writings in an attempt to create something honest and open in a world of bullshit and censoring and highlights and our incessant fear of vulnerability. For most of my life I’ve been a people pleaser. Trying my hardest to keep everyone happy. Not understanding that their happiness and their acceptance isn’t something I actually need to be responsible for. Finally, at 30 years old I’m beginning to understand how to let that go. I make my choices, I live my life, I decide what is important and what isn’t. I can be honest and still be full of strength. I can share my failures and still be completely capable. I can be me and that is more than enough.
In the spirit of full transparency, you’re going to see a lot of really gorgeous images and a ton of travel and moments of awe that seem like they’re straight out of an ad campaign. But let’s be real... photography is my profession and I’ve curated my life in an attempt to satisfy my constant need for movement and experience. So hold onto your butts and let's get a movin in the land down under.
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