I don't know.
I used to like to write. I used to like to sit here, without a plan in my head of what to say, but let my fingers figure my brain out.
The internet. Facebook. Twitter. Pintrest. It's not real. I need to tell myself this more and more lately. I read status updates, tweets, and see things that people are pinning, and need to remind myself that no one posts about the hard things. No one says on Facebook, "my son just peed his pants, and then shoved his brother over" or "the dog took a shit in my sons room, and then ate it" NO. NEVER. We don't want people to know the hard things. We want people to think everything is perfect. Everything is fine, and pooping rainbows is normal.
It's not.
I don't really know where I am going with this.
I think I am just tired of the BS. I am tired of everyone subconsciously trying to one up each other. I read somewhere, "the grass is greener wherever you decide to water it"...I think I am just learning to be happy with this point in my life. I am trying to stop looking a head, and wishing I was there. I want to be present for now.
I am learning not to compromise. I KNOW the kind of photography I love. I KNOW the look I am trying to achieve. I. WILL. NOT. COMPROMISE. I will not shoot a cheesy hand heart over the pregnant belly. I will not use selective colour. I wont do the camera tilt for every picture unless it is necessary to the photograph. I'm not saying that you shouldn't do these things. Do them. If you like it. DO IT. That's the point. Do what you like, and stick too it.
I guess that's the message that's been batting around in my head. Just be who YOU are.
These two. They are who they are.


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