“It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.”
I do not have an official bucket list. If I did, you would find some big, seemingly unattainable items on it. Such as tossing a coin in the Trevi Fountain, exploring the hillsides of Tuscany, and getting new carpet in our rental home…you know, that type of thing. Then you would find the small things that I continue to say and rarely make an effort to do like sew a pillow case dress, make homemade jam, parasail, etc. Finally, you would find the things that have been on there for~EVAH that I am finally doing in the last year or two. Run a 5k, run a 10k, and improve my photography skills.
Feels good to cross things off. I am thinking of making an official bucket list because I am one of those weirdoes who likes to write things down for the sheer purpose of crossing them off. It is like putting the exclamation point on the end of a sentence and a cherry on top of the sundae. Something isn’t complete until that final bit of oh la la makes its appearance, ya know?
So, I have been reading and practicing, reading and practicing, going through tutorials, and having many a photography playdate with my Ashley to suck all the knowledge out of her that I can. I was over the moon when a sweet friend of mine emailed to see if I could take some pics of her beyond beautiful young ladies. These girls are as sweet as they are pretty and it was such a fun time with them.
We have GOT to do what makes us feel alive. As I was prewriting these jumbled thoughts in my head, trying to decide if they would magically turn themselves into a somewhat coherent post, I sat down and opened my computer. I instantly found that the articulate Kelle Hampton quite literally wrote a post entitled ALIVE, just today. For me, more often then not, when reading a Kelle Hampton post, I find myself trying to convince my body that it is not an appropriate time to jump up and burst into the Hallelujah chorus. Although, quite frankly, she seems like the type that probably would, even in the middle of a crowded library. That girl speaks my language. The one that lives in my soul, but struggles at times to get out. She inspires.
What makes me feel alive is to grow and stretch. To learn something new. To share important moments with people. To love on my family. To capture beauty. To find artistry. To live with uninhibited passion.
To… Do what you can
With what you have
Where you are.
-Theodore Roosevelt
There is a magical place.
That point where living becomes more important then just existing and you’ll do anything you can to get there.
Whatever it takes.
What is it that makes you want to leap out of your chair and sing the Hallelujah chorus?
