Well, I posted something last week, and I pushed it out in a bit of a rush. It’s been so long, and I’ve been radio silent for so long, I got a little bit over excited and just published it.
Now we’re at the end of the week, I’ve had some more time go through images, and to think about what I wanted to say.
Last time I posted, I spoke about a personal project I was kicking off.
The good news is that I’ve got everything in place to start. I’ve got the tools, the plan and the contracts ready to go, I just need to do it.
I was about to say “the bad news”, but after reflecting on it I’m not sure if that would be true.
After some convincing, my sabbatical became short, and I’ve been back to work. On top of this, had a minor health scare. Happy to confirm I’m completely healthy, just the joys of getting older and living with VWD.
But just touching on why I titled this post, and more importantly, why I’m not upset about the fact that I’m behind on my goal.
Australians, especially ones who were raised on the coast like I was, you’re imparted some wisdom at a pretty young age specifically when swimming at the beach. Rips are strong currents that pulls you out into the ocean very quickly. The advice is to not fight against it, as the strength of the rip will burn you out and before you know it you’re too tired to keep your head above water.
Instead, you conserve you’re energy, swim out of the rip, instead of against it, and then swim back to the shoreline.
I’m currently in the rip and not panicking. Waiting for the right time to swim out and get back to my shoreline where I can pick up where I left off.
In the meantime, I’ll look for opportunities where I can find my joy. Going through these images has brought me a lot of joy, so I think I just need to make space for me to shoot more.
Unless I get pulled into another rip. Let’s see how we go.
Cody Spencer Photography 