I finally feel like I can breathe again. I feel like me. I made so many changes this past few months, and I finally feel in control of my life again, and like I am once again, standing on the right road for me.
It’s a good, good feeling.
I was driving to some small towns a few weeks ago, doing some community photography work. I had to hit the road at 6 am for one trip – coffee is a blessed thing – and the fog was thick. But just as I drove over a small rolling hill, the sun peeked out for a few minutes and gave me a sky of fog and pink, a deep red and dusty fields. It was beautiful, and if I wasn’t so scared of prairie Saskatchewan right now, I would have stopped to take a better picture.
There are a few great projects I cannot wait to start writing about, more books that I’m reading (three books a day, help me) and a few more writing projects to develop.
This is all good, this is all welcome.
