inspirations and callings
At some point in whatever I’m doing, whether it’s leading worship or playing soccer, I desperately want out. There isn’t a pattern to it. I wish there was a way to predict it because it could save me a lot of heartbreak, especially when this goes into relationships in my life. If I’m talking about something that means a lot to me, I can’t look people in the eye because I’m afraid of what they’re thinking. I can’t commit to decisions, relationships, or time constraints. I keep myself unbearably busy, not only because I’m filling my time with the things I love, but also because I’m terrified of facing the things I know I’ll find if I just let myself sit still and listen to the whispers of the Holy Spirit. There comes a time when living this way turns into exhaustion. I desperately want to be the kind of person who knows how to love without getting tired. I don’t want to be afraid of forever. But I don’t understand how one thing, or one person, can be your life’s calling. Anyway. Everything I’m talking about has been putting a serious damper on my creativity. I’ve had no desire to get out my camera since I got back to Brownwood. Even with this 52 week project that is supposedly holding me accountable, I haven’t found any kind of inspiration to get it out. I’m sick of just taking snapshots of life and making like it’s art. It’s not art. It’s not hard or challenging to me. I’m not saying this to say I’ve learned all I can or that I think I’m just so good that there’s no where else to go. I just mean, I am sick and tired of seeking my own acclamation for things I don’t feel like even deserve it. Because really, that’s a lot of my motivation behind that project. I’ve kind of decided I don’t want to do the project just to do it. I refuse to settle for mediocrity. I think it’s better to not do work at all than to produce something I don’t even like. You may disagree. And at another time I may disagree. But right now, this is what makes the most sense to me.
All that being said, today…today for the first time in weeks…I was inspired. I sat in my Film Photography class just completely enthralled with the idea that photography used to be an art. It used to be so much guesswork and required so much skill. The tools I have mastered through photoshop actually had a beginning long before computers or technology. Dodging and burning aren’t just buttons on a sidebar. They are tedious processes filled with huge amounts of guesstimation. (PS…I say the the phrase “used to be an art” not because I feel like there isn’t anyone who is creating art with photography but because I’ve let it dwindle to a science in my life.) I realized how much people used to have to work for the images we so easily can create these days. As I listened to my teacher, I doodled and brainstormed upcoming shoots…something I’ve avoided for months. Today I’ve decided this. I don’t want to take snapshots with a nice camera. I want to take photographs. I want to WORK for the image I produce.
I still don’t know why I have the hardest time committing to the passions God gives me, but moments like today show me why he’s given them to me. I don’t have a plan yet, but stay tuned. I have a lot of ideas of what this could potentially look like.



































































