I was fishing for compliments the other day, and I flippantly asked my man why he loves me. He looked at me very seriously and replied, “Because you can do anything.” Never one to accept a compliment graciously, I rolled my eyes and said, “Well, I can’t sew.” He squinted at me curiously and said, “You could if you wanted to.” I was touched to my soul.
Once you come out of your sugar coma, set aside the cheesiness of that interchange and look at the truth behind it. I’ve been blessed my entire life to have people around me who believe in me (often more than I believe in myself), who encourage me, and who tell me the truth when the truth is hard to hear. This particular truth, that I can do anything that I truly want to, has been spoken to me, sometimes aloud, sometimes through actions, for most of my life. I fully believe that if there is something in life that I want, and am willing to put in the work necessary to achieve it, it can be mine.
When I became interested in photography, I tried to learn everything I could about how to become a better photographer. I dug deep to find classes that would teach me the basics, found people who mentored me, shot rolls and rolls of film, learned how to process film in the darkroom, then had the rug snatched from under me and had to learn digital and all that goes with this new age of computers. I eventually went on to become a professional photographer, and even opened a studio and worked full time in that industry for a while. It was (and still is, to some extent) something that was important to me, so I gave it my all, and succeeded to the degree that I wanted. I wanted it, so I worked for it.
My last post was about the drop into depression that I experienced this year. It was one of the worst bouts I’ve experienced in a number of years, for many reasons, most of which I’ve identified. I’m FINALLY better; it helps that spring is peeking around the corner and that my world, which was dark and drab over the weekend, became green and colorful overnight. Even though I sneeze through spring, I love it for its reminder that, while the dark seasons of our lives are inevitable, renewal is always right around the corner. For now, that demon of depression seems to be bound, and although he escapes his bindings occasionally, God is keeping him at bay for me. I’m humbly grateful.
My world is brighter and more colorful, with the dogwoods and cherry blossoms blooming right outside my bedroom window. I’m setting new goals, and asking myself some tough questions about where I’m heading. Gary and I are running together some, and the slow rebuilding of base miles has begun. I’m reaching for new goals in life and reminding myself that, if I want it, and am willing to put in the work for it, it can indeed be mine.
Life is ever about starting over, it seems.