podeamorh
The world of photography filled me with inspiration; viewing the world in ways I seldom considered, actively looking for the beauty in things and finding it, connecting with people and places when you have that piece of equipment around your neck– I wanted to write and write and write and share my joy.
Then came the problem of time. What with the deadlines and wanting to finish things way before hand this time and not wanting to remain mediocre, it has been a mad mad rush.
And I cringe to say I enjoyed it.
It’s like I’m actively working toward the goals I have. Feeling accomplished and tentative and worried and resigned and hopeful.
What more, the teenage bit of life may be becoming extant, really.
I think company is good. Perhaps.
And I’m surprised I almost enjoyed a particular companion.
There may be hope, hope still, that things may be bearable.