Centripetal force. Not only is it incredibly useful in making you sound really smart at cocktail parties populated by people who laugh at math jokes, but it’s responsible for the situation in which I now find myself. Which is to say, I think I might hurl.
As a parent, it’s hard enough sometimes to admit to yourself that you have a dream which doesn’t hinge on your children (hello, guilt. goodbye, self.), but it’s even harder to admit that dream in front of the whole Internet. If you really want something, you have to be willing to take a different road than you usually do.
I won the scholarship and worked hard all year long. It was a game changer for me. (The next time you need some good bathroom reading, you can read all about my weekly journey starting here or here). I spent one glorious year in a dizzying spin cycle of photography, branding, business building, and artistic discovery. It was like being at the mercy of the centripetal forces of a Tilt-A-Whirl after having eaten Thanksgiving Dinner every day for a year. Now that the ride has come to an end, I have stumbled off the platform onto the solid, new ground of my own blog. And this is the part where I hurl.
I’ll hurl recent photo sessions. I’ll hork my experiences in Smotherhood. I’ll expunge the contents of my brain on issues close to a working woman’s heart. And because I’m almost out of super classy euphemisms for barf, you can expect me to spew a few random observations from time to time too.
If you’ve followed me here through SOAR!, then you already know what a great community we have around us. I hope we can keep the conversation going both ways. If you’re new here, you might want to change into something that’s not dry clean only. This could get wonderfully messy.