It's a beautiful February morning in California. The rain has cleared the air and the Bay is sparkling.
I got a new camera, and it's so complicated it scares me. I'm frightened by a small machine that takes pictures. Oh brother!
It's always a challenge for me to learn something new, especially something I think I should have learned as an art student in college. It's a source of regret for me that my college years were more devoted to protest marches and finding boyfriends than art.
Water under the bridge, as they say. I notice that a fine source of unhappiness for me is dragging my history into the present moment and thinking that what I did and who I was in my twenties (or even earlier) is my inevitable future. Not helpful in any way. My peace of mind demands that I let go of this debilitating belief.
This moment is a fresh, new opportunity. Nothing I did or didn't do in the past has any power over this moment unless I insist that it does. I have so much more power in this moment to change, grow, and be content than I had previously allowed myself. Change and growth are inevitable, I best flow with them and not resist what life brings me.
Life dropped a camera in my lap. It's a challenge, but it's a pretty exciting one, and I want to see where it leads me. I've always wanted to be a better, more competent photographer. It's another tool that will help me further and improve the artwork I do.
THAT thought feels better. In fact, that thought feels GREAT!
Finding Method in the Madness:
