I would definitely describe myself as a dreamer. My mind is at home, in my jammies with my slippered feet up, when it sits back and marinates in all it's creative juices. Emotions, texture, lines, shapes, feelings...expressions - and colour. Colour! I am so blessed to see the world as I do.
I have had to slow down the last little while because my body and mind could not keep up the pace I had set for myself for the previous ten years in business (see my previous post). I've had to learn, the hard way, what non-workaholics learn much earlier in their lives. This more manageable pace has been exactly what I needed. It has allowed me to rest in my mental creative marination and exercise reflection of many things.
I haven't been sitting back eating bon-bons, however. In my time of reflection and choice, I have been working on what needed to be worked on, organizing what needed to be organized, talking to who I needed to talk to, checking things off my to-do list (albeit slower than before), and creating a portrait of my future.
I will continue to lightly book weddings around a school schedule starting this Fall as I pursue a Bachelor's degree. I'm shaping another skill and career around my photography. At the same time, I am sculpting what kind of retirement years I'm going to have. I have a beautiful plan set out, one that I'm very excited about. This summer is populated with a lighter wedding schedule - which is breathing life into my creativity just thinking about it. For the first time in ten years, I'm not going to be run ragged during the summer months. I'm also going to tackle my to-do list and get everything off my plate. I even have a summer family vacation planned! (That has not happened in a long time!) I am slowly, but surely, changing my workaholic habits.
My life was very gray, very dark for a time. Life's light and colour are returning and I can see that it is exquisitely beautiful - like getting my first look at Spring after a very long, stormy-gray, lonely, record-cold, traumatic winter, but I don't remember Spring ever being this pretty.
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