Over the last few months, I’ve really focused on this idea of direction. I know I’m not alone in saying that I spend a lot of time envisioning how I want my life to look. And feel. Unfortunately, that’s the problem with making plans or simply wanting for things because it very rarely goes the way you imagined.
A little more than six years ago, I wanted to be a photojournalist and make my way to National Geographic. Now I’m a wedding photographer. And I’m so happy with that outcome. But even though I know in my head that making plans is ultimately futile, I still do it.
So yes.
DIRECTION.
Where does it point?
When does it become clear?
Piece by piece, my life is finding shape. It’s just taking it’s sweet time to do so. At least, that’s what it feels like… George wants so badly to be a teacher. I want so badly to shoot 35 weddings (minimum) next year. But how to get there… It’s all one big waiting game and it taunts me.
Senseless.
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Although it sounds trite, it’s the process, not the outcome. It’s the journey, not the destination. It’s the story, not the ending. However you want to express it, life is what happens while you’re waiting to begin it.
You will look back in 10 years and say, “Man! Those were the good old days! We didn’t know what was going to happen but look how great it has turned out!”
That, in a nutshell, is the joy of life. Straining to see around the next curve only to be amazed by what is revealed. Then straining to see around the next curve and the next. It’s human. And it’s expected. And it keeps us getting up in the morning. But don’t forget to experience it as it unfolds. That’s the real joy of life.
Some points from your friend:
1. You’ve got a lovely, wise Dad.
2. Focus on your strengths.
3. Your enthusiasm and excitement will breed exactly that in others.
4. Direction looks exactly like that photo! It moves around lots and who needs everything super sharp anyway?
5. You’re a star Carly. I will be yelling “I told you so” from the top of my lungs, before you know it.