New Places, Same Love
Writing has always been an escape for me. Whether it was journaling about my day as a shy and closeted elementary student in one of the only private Catholic schools in New Iberia, writing poetry for my middle school English assignments, or writing letters of affirmations during my high school retreats, I have always enjoyed the process of writing.
I used to journal every day since the fourth grade. Now, they may have never been perfect, on time or written coherently, but I enjoyed it nevertheless. As life would interject it’s obstacles, my writing would alternate with my motivation turning off and back on again. It wasn’t until college where I began not only writing more frequently but finding other outlets for my thoughts, my anxiety – my energy.
After convincing my mother to go halfsies on a Nikon D750 with me, photography has taken me places I would have never imagined possible for myself. I began working with local college publications here at LSU, then on to national brands such as The Walt Disney Company, and back to Baton Rouge where I work with freelance clients as well as my full-time employer on local advertising campaigns. Photography was my new journal. Photography was my new method of documentation. Until, of course, life began being a bitch again.
Being a recently-turned 25-year-old, I guess it’s the perfect time for a quarter life crisis. I can't get into specifics just yet, but just know that this trip was much-needed for my mental health. It was great to direct my energy into spending time with the man I love and to actually being present while staying out of my head.
I say that like I wasn't in my head that whole trip, but I did find myself frustrated because I was making myself miserable trying to make the perfect set of pictures. The sun was either too bright, or there weren't enough clouds covering the area. You name it and I found a way to bitch about it. Instead of enjoying myself in those moments, I was trying to force myself to have a good time and take amazing images. At one point I decided to just breathe, do my best, and enjoy the time I had with Devin. As our 20 hours came to a close, we ended our night together soothing each other's sunburns and going over all the photos I took during our trip. It was then when I realized that I didn't do as bad as I thought I did. They may have all not been perfect, but they were still good. In that moment I learned that you can't force yourself to be someone you're not. However, you can accept yourself for what you are. Remind yourself that with enough time, energy and patience, you will get to where you want to be.
So from now on I will do my best to accept what I am capable of doing, and know that I will reach my potential self if I only allow myself to patiently learn in time. In the meantime, I want you all to send good vibes for more adventures, more writing, and for falling in love with photography all over again.