Somewhere along the way, I lost my footing. The spark that used to guide me—quietly, confidently—dimmed a bit. And I’ve been trying to find my way back ever since. Lately, I’ve just been picking things up. Letting curiosity lead. One day it’s music, another it’s photography, or videography, or even sewing. No master plan—just an urge to make, to explore, to see what might come from simply *trying*. But here’s the part I’m unlearning: the need to be good at something right away. For a long time, if I wasn’t great on the first try, I’d drop it. I’d hide it. I wouldn’t show or share it with anyone. I’d move on quietly, feeling like I’d failed, even though all I’d done was start. The truth is, I’m a lover of the arts. Of making. Of expression in all forms. And loving something doesn’t mean you have to be perfect at it. It means showing up. It means being open enough to try, even when you don’t know what you’re doing. Part of breaking that cycle is sharing. Here are a few of my most recent photos from different times over the last couple of months. I've taken my FujiFilm x-t30 everywhere with me lately. I've probably shot about 1000 shitty photos, but understanding I have to take these shots no matter what if I want to get better. What ever that is. So that’s where I’m at. Relearning the joy in the process. Letting go of perfection and leaning into possibility. Just trying.