If you don’t know this, I’ve been a professional photographer since 2011. It was always a dream of mine, among so many other dreams, yet I found my calling in it and stuck with it. Over the last eight years of being behind the camera, I’ve captured hundreds of family and senior sessions and so many weddings, I lost track. But honestly, I got burnt out.
It became too much about the “perfect” posed photos and I lost my way, I lost my love of photography, I lost my passion.
The United Kingdom has part of my heart.
If you’ve been following along, you know I traveled across the world to meet my best friend for the first time, an amazing woman/wife/mum I “met” through Instagram over two years ago. What started as a simple following, and occasional interaction, has bloomed into the greatest real-life friendship ever. And it’s no secret that we wish the trip never had to end! I feel very fortunate for Instagram, for being part of our story.
I think we live in a world that tells us we need to be happy all the time.
Actually, I don’t think that, I know that.
I’m not going to draw this post out, because I think it’s actually very simple. We can portray a happy life with our highlight reels on social media…we can hide behind screens and put on fake smiles at family functions. We can show the world that we are happy because that’s what the world wants to see.
But…(don’t miss this)
IT’S OK TO NOT ALWAYS BE OK.
In the past week, I’ve been asked so many times if I can share more specific details of our modular home journey, specifically costs and photos.
As much as I love replying to each of you, I have to chase around two very fast kiddos so I figured it would just be easier (and quicker) to put all this out here.
I’m going to try to lay it all out there, and please don’t hesitate to reach out if you’d like more information.
As a child, I remember fun Christmas mornings with mom and dad and my brother. As an adult, Christmas was…let’s face it, I was bahumbug about it. Then when I had kids, the magic came back seeing the twinkle in my son’s eyes. Then my baby turned into a toddler…which brings us to this post.
The twinkle in his eyes was still here this Christmas season, but then so was something else. Selfishness. Or greed? Maybe I don’t even know.
When I started out on this mom-blog adventure, I told myself that I needed to remain real with you guys.
Sometimes I succeed, other times I find myself trying to write what I think y’all will like or what I think will get the most hits.
Why would I do that to myself?
This world of social influence is tricky, but the short answer to that is…I have no clue.
11 months of living apart from my husband was never something we planned. It’s never something we thought we’d be doing, and it definitely has not been easy.
It’s taught me how important my spouse is, and how easy it is for us to take someone for granted. It’s taught me the value of time, because two out of seven days a week is not much time to spend with someone.
It’s taught me about sacrifice.