Goals

So I have a list of goals for the year, personal and professional. I used to be obsessed with goal setting, making lists, checking them twice, you know the drill. And the best feeling for me was crossing every last thing off that list. For some reason now though, this is an overwhelming project for me—making and keeping goals for myself that is. If I write them down, I might actually have to DO them. Like as in, make an effort. Aka work. And that’s where you’ve lost me. Hard work is scary, and well…hard. But this year I’m going to do it. I’m starting simple. Just a few short goals, things I want to improve on or accomplish. At the top of my list, I want to be happier being me.

I hate to play the pregnancy card, but I feel like I lost myself for a while when I was pregnant and even afterward for a time. I didn’t recognize myself physically or emotionally. I was constantly exhausted and grumpy, and I’ve never felt so insecure. Lately though, I feel like I’m finally starting to know who I am again, and it’s such a good feeling. So this year I hope to grow more confident, feel more comfortable in my own skin, and just love myself more—as a person, a mother, and a photographer.

(Another goal of mine is to spend more time in front of the camera, and not hate the result.)