Self-esteem Doesn’t Grow on Trees

Some days, I feel lost in my own maze. I find myself frequently caught in the middle of moods that surround me on all sides, blocking my view of the sun. The days in my marriage that are hardest for me are the ones when it feels like something is “off” but nothing actually is. I have spent countless hours trying to bottle all the parts of our best days, so I could clone them later. But you can’t grow happiness in a jar. It can only be found in the wild. The movement and passion of organically grown joy has no synthetic equal. … More Self-esteem Doesn’t Grow on Trees

I Am Tired

It’s been a long year and I am tired. I have this sinking feeling, a familiar one, that the fire is going out. I see how other people burn and I remember that flame in myself. When I was younger, it seemed like I was constantly ablaze. And now life has slowed me down; which burns in a different way. I am afraid of growing old quietly. There is as much pain and injustice in the world now as there was when I took these pictures over a decade ago; but I am gentler now. … More I Am Tired

Gray Smoke

Gray has been my hue lately. I covet the inner peace that once accompanied the days I spent by still waters. Right now, the stillness torments me. It feels like I’m trying to paint this vibrant picture with my life as the brush, but it always comes out a dull gray. I crave the passion … More Gray Smoke

Fan the flame of Innovation

I remember sitting in English and Photography classes in college, listening to indie music, and contemplating big and beautiful ideas and how to express those ideas for myself. Now I make grocery lists and read articles about managing my finances and pretend that I don’t feel the oncoming emptiness of adulthood that 18-year-old me would have deemed “selling out”. I gave up on so many things that I now realize were greenhouses for growing my best self.  … More Fan the flame of Innovation