August Break 2016 :: FAIL

It was inevitable, really. I know me. All high hopes and 'I can do anything' in the beginning, quickly giving way to "what was I thinking?"

What was I thinking? 31 photos in 31 days? Too much stress. Yes, I am an overachiever. Yes, I am a rule follower. Yes, I am a perfectionist.

Here's the thing. I was spending so much time on thinking about what to photograph, editing the photograph to get it just right, uploading the photograph to the blog - nearly half my day was shot! After 3 days I knew this was not going to work. This was supposed to be a break, not work.

I started to feel guilty. I had 'signed up' for this, after all. I am not a quitter!

But I quit. I did. And now I'm here to confess.

Being the type of person that I am, I find it very difficult to bend rules. So doing only a portion of the assigned themes was completely out of the question.

All or nothing.

So, I quit. Not intentionally, either. Day four was just a stumper all day, and when day five rolled around, I couldn't move on. 'Sweetness' tripped me up, and then the whole thing went south.

Next year I might give myself permission to do just the Sunday theme, or every fourth day, or only colors, but for this year I close the month early with a FAIL.

But, a lighter heart ..... letting go of all the worry and owning my failure feels good.

Lesson learned.


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03. Handwriting :: August Break 2016

“A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.” 

― Emily Dickinson

A collection of handwritten letters. And a photo of my grandmother, who wrote them. 

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02. Leaf :: August Break 2016

It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see. 

~Henry David Thoreau

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
~John Muir

I'm part wood nymph. I require mountains and warm, dense
patches of moss to thrive.
~Vera Farmiga

Only spread a fern-frond over a man's head and worldly cares are cast out,
and freedom and beauty and peace come in.
~John Muir

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01. Morning Light :: August Break 2016

The sun is but a morning star. 

~Henry David Thoreau, Walden

There is a robin sitting on a nest on my front porch. You can almost see her through the curtain opening.

The front porch as the sun climbs into the sky for the day.

The front garden, bathed in morning light.

One of my garden angels, illuminated by the morning rays.

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