We were recently gearing up for our third move across the country when I stumbled upon a box full of old cameras from my grandfather with a sweet Valentine’s Day card from him and my grandmother. The old cameras were carefully wrapped in tissue paper and fun little boxes that my grandpa had made. Tucked inside of the card was a photo of 5-year-old me, holding one of the very cameras that I found in that box. What a precious gift; one that stirred up a storm of excitement and life into my creative soul!
If you’ve read my bio, you know that photography is not what I’m schooled in. Yes, I took some college classes when I started my business in North Carolina in 2010, and I read a big stack of books. But most what I’ve learned has been through experience. As an adult educator by profession, I have learned that, for most, experience is the best way to gain knowledge. I believe that the learning in photography started way before 2010. I was that 5-year-old learner when I started practicing photography, with my always-growing collection of cameras and my fascination with color.
And now, somehow out of nowhere I have kids who are not too terribly far off from 5-years-old, themselves. They keep me in check with adulting, but some days I still don’t feel like a real adult. It feels like I am still the camera-collecting, picture-taking girl I was years ago (and in some ways I am, only bigger ;) ). In the meantime, I've done 18+ years of school, married, moved several times, had babies, and much more. Time has evaporated since childhood, and I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. And here I am. A grown-up. When did this happen? What am I doing?
Amidst life's whirlwind, I am certain about a few things. I am creative, ambitious, and organized. A few good workouts during the week keep me balanced and grounded. I’m crazy for Jesus. I love serving others. I like to dig deep into things; learn, engage, commit. Although with all of my endeavors (a career and Masters degree in Adult Education/Training, a sewing hobby turned Etsy shop, and a photography business pursued in two different states), one may see it as a fear of commitment. I do what I can in the circumstances that we find ourselves in as a family. That meant resigning from my training career for a while to have babies, to move a number of times for my husband’s military career, and to stay home with my littles while they’re still little. And now, in this time and space, I’m given the opportunity to pursue photography again. I’m overjoyed to return in a place like this (we’re in San Diego!!).
So, here I am, blissfully behind my camera again for what is hard to even call “work,” living out the dream I had as a little girl. It may not always feel like it, but I’m adulting. It’s just way more fun and adventurous than I thought this was supposed to be.