2013/14 Just Another Monday

The chilly weather continued for the fourth day in a row. This one, unlike the other days, chilled me to the bones and all day long I felt just slightly under the weather.

The sun was out, but all the energy I felt from the weekend was nowhere to be found. At least the morning passed quickly. At 11am, I headed back upstairs for a nap. I needed both to shut my eyes and warm my body. I brought Belle up with me and for the first time in months, I was able to lift her up onto my bed so she could sleep next to me as the sun shone on the bed.

For almost an hour I slept. The rest of the day, I moved around lethargically, but it didn't feel like a set back. It just felt like a boring, plain old Monday.

Real Life

I've been struggling creatively for several months now. The beginning of the year started off so promising. The world was my canvas. I couldn't take enough pictures. I was writing every day. Sure it was fluff, but it was a start and I knew, just knew, that it was going to be a springboard to something more.

It helped that I was out and about almost every evening, coming home, staying up late, processing my photos and writing my dreams. Now it's all a struggle. I rarely write, nothing really inspires me. Every day I start the day with big plans and every night I make excuses. I long to be inspired. I long to have something to photograph. I long to write. 

I read something the other day that stirred something within me. It made me think of the photos I loved as a child. They were glimpses of our life. Things that were, that will not be again because things change. They always change. 

Yesterday, we didn't drink water from plastic bottles. Now it's a common occurrence. When in the world did that happen? Why in the world has it happened?

I have a feeling that one day these may be a thing of the past too. There are all aspects I love about photography, but the one I love best is when it shows us real life.