I had an awakening on Friday.
In an age when “anyone can be a photographer”, I’m not immune to the overwhelming amount of talent that surrounds me on every street corner and every other mouse click on the Internet. It’s inspiring and intimidating and frustrating all the time.
My photography defines my perspective, but my art, my passion, my vision—whatever you want to call it—is forever evolving.
I question everything, all the time, but I have always been certain about one thing… I just didn’t recognize it until Friday.
I am driven by moments.
An image that is both art and chemistry, intertwined.
Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ve expressed this as well as I should. I tell stories and I blog images. I hope for comments and likes on Facebook. But I’m left unfulfilled. Not by my job or by my clients, but by my own self-inflicted desire for praise or approval. I love what I do, no matter what kind of response I receive and that’s the honest truth. But I’ve conditioned myself to believe I need the approval of my peers, my mentors, and I think I finally have the strength to stop.
Stop checking and re-checking my Facebook page.
Stop, just stop.
Things may change around here. Updates may be fewer. But my heart is telling me it’s ready for more. Ready to live a life based on what makes me happy, and not one that grants me more likes, follows, or any other false sense of entitlement.
It’s time to unplug and reconnect with what’s directly in front of me.