I took this photo on vacation with my boys last month. It tugs at my heart. There are parts blown out and the noise from using high iso shouts obscenities at me, but I love it anyway. It is the first picture in a long while that has what I have been longing to feel when I look at my images but can't seem to manifest, through all the rule following and ideas of perfection I have ruling my brain most of the time.

It gives me hope and brings me to tears. Because there is a part of me I stopped listening to. I don't know when or why I stopped listening but I did. It is this creative voice that started me on the path I am on and I feel a deep need to encourage this voice. Yet it seems counter productive to establishing a business where clients know what to expect. If my work keeps evolving who is to say they will like what I create for them. I think this is why I stopped listening to the voice that encouraged me to really explore, to take risks.

There are so many blessings in my career right now, yet I feel frustrated, tired and burnt out. The pressure to make money, to please clients who I want nothing more than to love, I mean love the images they pay me to create, and the business aspects that require so much energy to stay on top of is weighing on my soul.

So today after meeting one big deadline only to be faced with lots of client work, I took a moment to revel in this image that reminds me that the voice is there, I just have to find the courage and conviction to follow it...