by Leigh
It is Tuesday morning and I'm sitting at my computer trying to write my post and I have to be honest with you all…..I have nothing. Zip….zilch….nada. In fact, I haven't picked up my camera in over a week. I've hardly even shot anything for Instagram. And now that I think about it….I don't really remember what I did yesterday. Life can be so overwhelming sometimes. Do you ever feel like everything just happens at once? It's like a domino effect of bad news and stressful events. I consider myself a very positive, "glass half full" kind of a gal, but when things seem to just pile on one after another it can be so difficult to maintain that positivity. You get buried under that negativity and it's hard to climb your way out. At some point you just throw your hands up and scream…"that's it! I give up!" That's pretty much where I am right now.
“When you get to your wits end, you will find, God lives there. ~Author Unknown”
I'm not telling you this as an excuse for my lame post today. I'm not telling you this to garner some sympathy. Instead I'm writing from the heart. I'm giving you all I've got today…..and I hope that despite the lack of inspiration, the lack of pretty images, the lack of well…my usual happy go lucky self that you might appreciate some honest words. Sure I could have dug up some old photos and conjured up some sort of post about my love of nature or my fondness for shallow depth of field, but it would have been half assed. In my head (and my heart) I needed to just come out and give it all I've got even if it's not that much.
I know I'll get out of this rut I'm in soon and I'm sure that if I was to pick up my camera and take 15 minutes to myself to find some beauty that it would make me feel better. I just don't have it in me right now. Ever feel like you just want to go back to being a kid? When your biggest dilemma in life was who you were going to call your BFF that day. I don't like being the grownup. I don't like having to explain death to my children. I don't like seeing my loved ones in pain. I don't like being the strong one when all I want to do is break down and cry myself. I'm optimistic that next time we meet again I will have some pretty images and happy words for you, but until then all I can do is keep on keeping on.
“Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength. “
