The past few weeks have been a blur.
I remember snippets of time, but I get it all bobbled up in my head.
I am tired, but energetic.
I am weary, but happy.
I am busy, but it is good.
This past weekend, I had the chance to celebrate a friend’s 16th birthday.
I was there to take pictures, but also to make memories.
(And we certainly made some memories!)
As we were walking around the city and taking pictures, I started thinking about the upcoming weekend.
I’m getting ready for an friend’s wedding this weekend. A good friend, a forever friend.
And I am photographing the entire thing.
Sometimes when I think about it, I get really excited.
Other times, it just makes me want to vomit.
Oh, good heavens…what if I royally screw this up?
I chastise myself for dipping into the well of doubt.
And I begin to give myself a little pep talk:
You know what you are doing.
It will be okay.
You are your own worst judge.
SO STOP FREAKING OUT!
You won’t be perfect, but that’s okay.
Just look at how far you’ve come.
I know, I know.
I just wish I really knew it would all be okay.
I just wish I had a sign…which is crazy because I don’t even really believe in signs and…and..and…
And right then (I kid you not), I looked up and there it was: