May 3, 2017
I stopped taking photos that actually meant something to me (with my canon, spending time, editing) because I let some looming lie tell me that my gift wasnโt special anymore because everybody did it- that anybody could take pictures and I would never gain satisfaction from something unless it was "unique". But I picked my camera up for a couple of hours the other day to realize how easy breathing tends to be when I take photos (except when I hold my breath to take very still shots cuz then I almost pass out), and I told myself again to not overcomplicate it and just do the things that make me come alive. JUST DO IT.
