This past year has been particularly difficult. This last deployment was rough. Raising teenagers semi-alone is rough. Unexpected orders across the country–that’s rough, too. I wrote this blog a few years ago, likely needing a reminder of the good things in life. It’s funny as I look back on it now, that these are still some of the same things that bring me joy.
Circa October 2011
Taking pictures. It isn’t just the act of taking pictures that makes me happy, it’s also honing my craft. I like everything about it. I like reading about photography and going to group meetings; I can geek out on shutter speed, aperture, depth of field, boca, and other geeky terms for hours. Hubby lovingly refers to it as the “photography time suck.” Lovely. I spend more time reading about poses and messing with my camera than I do on Facebook on the weekend. I dork out on cropping, color adjustments, levels, logos…it’s sad, really. But I don’t care. I LOVE it!
My doggies. I have an unhealthy attachment to my furry friends. If they don’t accompany me to bed or if I don’t spend at least five minutes pet/snuggling before I get out of bed in the morning, my universe feels a little off kilter. I love to watch them run. Molly is hilarious when she does tricks, and Charlie has the greatest can’t-say-no-to-you puppy dog eyes I’ve ever seen in my life.
Blogging. Yes, this brings joy to my life. There is something very cathartic about getting your thoughts down on paper and knowing it makes other people laugh, smile, or cry as much as it does you. I enjoy the rants, the laughs, the inspirational stories, and just…writing down ideas.