I've been thinking about the past twelve months and the twelve to come. Each day gives opportunities and closes the door on others which makes me feel simultaneously hopeful and like sand is slipping through my fingers no matter how tightly I clench my fists. Usually I like to make resolutions and reflect on what's happened of note during the year - or rather which pictures I was pleased with. 2018 saw me snapping about the same as always but I'm starting to wonder if maybe I should just hang up my camera and stop trying to pinpoint days and times and moments when things were the way they were. Ought I just leave them suspended there for others to discover in situ? Should I just not write, not type, not recreate feelings and express them in a capsule.
I don't know, I really don't.
Yesterday I watched a short clip of someone giving a motivational pickup and it made me question myself and my actions. Just because it's the obvious next step/continuation or what you've always done why should you default to going long with it? If you could decide right here, right now what you wanted from life and did something today to make a start getting there what would it be?
It stung me slightly, as I'm a creature who fervently avoids change and confrontation. Ouch. Yet, how intriguing. I never think like this at all.
Take care,
Sophie