Here’s what happens when you lose enthusiasm for a 52 week goal in the 47th week…
Getting a photo-a-day was pretty easy when children were involved. Thanksgiving week, when babysitters and schools were closed, I had many required opportunities to spend time with my nephews. As any parent will tell you, kids are awesome in a ubiquitous and pervasive way. Although having to feed, clothe, and care for them can feel like soul-sucking drudgery, most people experience the proximity to someone who is relishing in life’s small things (i.e. basically all children) as a big quality-of-life boost that makes up for all the awful bits.
When children were not involved, I either remembered to take a photo last minute or failed altogether. I guess my life is so crammed right now, I kind of resent the self-inflicted requirement to stop and smell the roses. I am too busy doing life to enjoy life. So it goes, I suppose, when you agree to enter the orbits of nine-to-fivers because you love them and they have too much on their plates.
While I do love my nephews, spending all day ignoring the rest of my lives ultimately leads to a very boring day-after where I struggle to get my head above water, hopefully at “home,” alone. Being overwhelmed and remember to capture a photo of a the day tend to be mutually exclusive in my world.
My little goal tracker (nerd alert!) says I took a photo on Thanksgiving. My camera says, “No you didn’t.” I think that morning I confidently marked off the photo goal, thinking, “It’s Thanksgiving! How can there not be photos?!” Or perhaps, “I’m going to be sure to get everyone together for a family photo.” And then came the reality of being an introverted health-aficionado who is a black sheep. A house full of people and unhealthy food? ACK.