Five Things I'm scared to Tell You

Things have changed. Life no longer looks the way it did 3 years ago...this makes me both happy and sad. The future is exciting and filled with endless opportunities, but the past is a treasure box of my favorite memories. I started my blog three years ago to document what I thought would become pieces of a failed photography business. What transpired, however, was the inception of my dream.

Back then posts were filled with awkward longing and divulging the struggles of getting life off the ground. Now it's morphed into a mix of photography stuff, pop culture references, and curated aspects of my week/month. It's slowly moved away from the raw unknown to who I am today. And that's fine, but I miss putting myself out there...it's one thing to write when your only reader is your Dad but different when you want to protect the softer parts of your heart.

Today I'm posting Five Things I'm Scared to Tell You...

It turns me off, when people get afraid of my Dog/son Aalee.

I can't get out on an event not checking my eyebrows, I think I'm obsessive compulsive when it comes to it.

I wish for everyone else's camping and camera gear. Looking at friends' camera gear on instagram makes me view my camera bag with absolute distaste and disdain. I hate admitting this.

I lay in bed at night worrying I'll fall ill/lose a leg/poke my eye out. It's a ridiculous thing to worry about, but I do because I really just want to travel and photograph for the rest of my life.

I think faster than I write/type this is my excuse for being sloppy on writing my blog.

I'm not going to lie. Publishing this post makes me a little ill, but one day I'll look back and realize how small and silly my fears were...either that or tell a great story about the time I poked my eye out.