It seems that when you are lost it might very well take your mama flying 3000 miles to pump up your inspiration and get you back on track.
It did for me.
This blog has been a great creative outlet, while I try to figure out my path and creative future. You hold me accountable, and I thank you for that.
Lately failure and loss of direction have been a huge theme as I struggle to continue my self portrait project. This project has been hard for me. In practicality I have little time outside of the deli, and what time I have had has mostly been spent on the mountain enjoying the frigid cold for all it is worth. On the other hand, I am sick of taking pictures of myself. It feels vain in some way, and I miss taking pictures of other people. But my time is short and the weather outside does not really lead to exciting photo opportunities.
There is no one better to help get you back on track than your mother, at least for me. And although I wish her visit was during the warmer months, the timing of this visit could not have been more perfect. I needed my mommy. Plain and simple. With outside activities slightly limited due to the cold, we have opted to spend countless hours chatting about goals and direction while sipping tea, to the background barking of my pent up pups.
I was ready to quit, because I am a quitter.
Start a new hobby. Quit. Start a blog. Quit. Start a project. Quit.
When you get behind, it is easier to quit, then to change the direction of the project and still achieve your goal. And so my theme continues.
But mom’s don’t let you quit. My mom has helped me to see that this is my project, and so it can happen on my terms. So it is my intention to complete 52 self portraits in one years time, but not necessarily one each week. If I was on track, this would be week 19, but I am on portrait 16. I will probably make up lost time when the sun comes out again, and allows me to play into the evening. When I can go outside for hours without the risk of frost bite.
I also have a new project coming your way this spring. I’m super excited about, so hopefully you will be too.
Now I am going to run off and cherish the last day of my mommas visit. So wonderful to have her here to see what life looks like in Maine. Wish having tea with her was an easier, and more common occurrence.
