i spent some time this week. trying to find things i had lost. trying to find interest in things i had loved for so long, and felt like i had lost touch with.
due to the persistency of a friend, i ended up a photographer for her and her family. and holding the camera, with purpose, for the first time in a long time, felt good. there were some failures, and some self-criticism. and yet, there's a sort of love and kindness to oneself, that comes when doing what one loves - a forgiveness, in the moment. that while this was something that was important to my friend, and the perfectionist that lives within me was devastated with blurry faces, and overexposed lighting, there was still something about looking at a friend and her family's faces, through a camera lens.
something that reminds me to focus on things like this more often. to work at passion projects. to spend time - the time i often spend on others - on the things i love.
to life. to getting back to creating, and artistic creation. to working at loving myself, and an internal peace.