my little black book

For as long as I can remember, I have kept a journal. And as each notebook would fill up, I would move on to the next… occasionally looking back at entries from years before. My junior high journals obsessed over the boys I adored (including some guy named Phil…), my high school journals vented about catty girls and friendship dramas, but as I got older, the journal became more of a confidant and a place for me to set my goals.

Lately, my poor journal has been neglected because this blog somewhat filled the spot that the journal once served. So as I dug the black, leather crocodile notebook (did you really think it wasn’t animal print?) out of the back of my closet and wiped off the dust, I immediately opened it to an entry one year ago. I love to do after I finish an entry because it shows me how far I’ve come.

Here is what the entry said:

I’ve been a little lost lately – and I know I’m still finding my way. Being lost is a part of life, right? As I start to figure out how the pieces of my life will come together….I think I have really found my passion that can be my career – photography. I want to be a wedding photographer…a full-time wedding photographer. I know I can do it. And more importantly, I WANT to do it. I really feel like this is what I was supposed to do.”

It makes me smile to know that today…..I’m living my dream…that I have reached that goal in one year. Somedays, I feel like I just woke up and this all landed in my lap, but I know that it is because of the support of friends and family and my amazing clients who allow me to live this dream each and every day.