Choices, decisions. I want to spend a minute on something I love to hate.
I feel like in our golden age of social media/internet and all things bold, subtle, beautiful and graphic, modern, nostalgic, vintage and visual. We are constantly bombarded by perfection and beauty but also the pursuit of these things.
I have a hard time grappling with something that day to day brings so much stress but also so much absolute joy. I love to hang my hat on how “visual” I am. I am by nature a visual learner and what I see has always framed my existence–like a lot of people. Hence, my choice of career. But I don’t know about you, the older I get I think I’m going backwards in a way. To explain– Decisions. all day every day. Like what to buy at grocery store, what color paint, what direction to run, all of it I contemplate. That makes is seem like I’m complaining it but I’m not. I love it all. I love being able to go to Home Depot and try three different samples and go online and find a pillow that changes it by afternoon. I love that I can walk to a farmer’s market or McDonalds in my neighborhood. These decisions are great most of the time.
But I think that like most things that word balance is allusive.I’ve talked about this before. Sometimes you don’t know where it all ends. At what point to rest and enjoy and not think about the what ifs and should haves.I don’t know how to wrap this into a post except for that Katie, my senior here is going to have a heck of a time deciding on images. As a photographer that looks at oftentimes hundreds of images a day it hasn’t gotten that much easier. In fact, decisions only get more and more plentiful. And when your making up your mind on that gallery wall or if you want to go black and white or color on an image, I want to tell you I empathize. Maybe I sound like a baby or that I’m taking this first world problem way to serious but hey it’s winter I have some time to think.
With necessity comes clarity. If you don’t have the time to lament over hamburgers or chicken for dinner you don’t. Or the color of paint, or which direction to run. Like most things once decided and hung on the wall its all beautiful. That’s why I do what I do taking people and animals and objects of love and affection.
And when I’m anxious over the paint colors I chose I remember that cute canvas of my kids that I’m going to hang over it and start to paint.
Ok, can I just say that I’m super jealous of Katie’s hair…..
Katie, your beautiful. Good luck deciding on all decisions of life. Enjoy the ride…..