It’s the beginning of a new year, of a new decade, and for me, January is the beginning of my next year of life – or in easier terms, it’s my birth month. January brings forth all the New Years resolutions, the best laid plans, you know how it works. I’m a 49 year old mother, wife, nature lover, horse crazy, purple obsessed photographer. I’m a work in progress.
Folks, we like to put a lot of pressure on ourselves when the earth finishes its trip around the sun. Lose weight, exercise more, save money, make more money, fall in love; the to-do lists are endless. It’s stressful and puts pressure on us, then we end up with a feeling of failure say, for example, when we don’t hit the gym every single day. I don’t know about you, but putting that pressure on myself, and then dealing with the guilt when I don’t hit my target causes me anxiety, sleepless nights and disappointment in myself.
Now don’t get me wrong. I do use the beginning of the new year as a milestone marker; what I don’t do is hold myself to unattainable goals. Instead, I take stock of where I am in life, who I am, where I want to go, and how I want to get there. I am rebuilding my business as a photographer in Alberta, recently going back to what I love full time.
It’s exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time. I’ve spent many hours examining why this is where I’m being led. I discovered that my intent wasn’t financially motivated, rather it’s the unrelenting need I have to create images and capture history for me, my family, my clients. Once I discovered that being a photographer was, for me, about service of others, I got better at my craft. I’m still learning, still growing, and believe that should never stop.
On a daily basis I practice gratitude, and that’s really not always so easy. For instance, what on earth could I possibly be grateful for on the day I lost my Dad. Well, he wasn’t suffering any more. Second, he beat cancer, and went on his own terms with a heart attack, which is what he wished for. I miss him, but I’m grateful that he’s at peace. Sometimes, gratitude isn’t easy, but it helps. It’s a beacon of light when you’re surrounded by the dark. I’m still mad, again, it’s a work in progress. I can still be grateful while I work through the sorrow and anger.
Here are the cornerstones of my practices for 2020, I believe they will help me grow, as a compassionate, thoughtful, authentic human being first, and as a photographer as I grow my craft in the service of others. I hope they’ll help you too.
I take so much inspiration from the amazing people that I’ve been fortunate to cross paths with in life. Please take a moment to visit my friend Tash Haynes’ blog on goal setting (or not!) Here
I’m grateful that you’re here, and hope that you’ll flip back to my post on looking for those everyday miracles in life that we tend to overlook. I promise, you have a red truck, look for it Here
Drop me a comment below on how you’re looking forward to the new year, or the new decade. If I’ve inspired you, please reach out, I’m a click or call away, and I love to know that I’ve touched your heart in some small way, it’s why I put myself out there.