Every month, I go through a similar mental exercise.
First, I doubt whether I have a single photo I've made for myself that I'm proud of. I can't imagine ten I've snapped that will work for this project and wonder if this is the month I take a break from sharing my work. My personal work. My home, my children, my life.
Then, I start to go back thirty days. And remember.
And the closer I look, the more I find my heart lifting, gratitude pounding through my veins. My voice is here. Some moments were, indeed, captured in spite of it all. There was beauty - lots of it. There was even tenderness. There were stay-home days and adventure days. And family. We had a balance, we had a rhythm. How quickly I had doubted it.
And then I find myself struggling to narrow it down, from 50, 40, 30... I love them all, of course, they are my people. But it's an exercise I love to practice - the art of reducing down to the very best, the most meaningful. And each time, I find I have an abundance. More than I give myself credit for. More happiness than I feel deserving of, at times. It's here. Right in front of me.
Here are my 10.
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