Over the last few months, I’ve really focused on this idea of direction. I know I’m not alone in saying that I spend a lot of time envisioning how I want my life to look. And feel. Unfortunately, that’s the problem with making plans or simply wanting for things because it very rarely goes the way you imagined.
A little more than six years ago, I wanted to be a photojournalist and make my way to National Geographic. Now I’m a wedding photographer. And I’m so happy with that outcome. But even though I know in my head that making plans is ultimately futile, I still do it.
Where does it point?
When does it become clear?
Piece by piece, my life is finding shape. It’s just taking it’s sweet time to do so. At least, that’s what it feels like… George wants so badly to be a teacher. I want so badly to shoot 35 weddings (minimum) next year. But how to get there… It’s all one big waiting game and it taunts me.