All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Remember in the Shining when Jack accepts a job to maintain the Overlook Hotel for the winter, and he ends up losing it and going on a murderous rampage? Welcome to my Winter of Solitude. 😈
Pulling Inspiration From Unexpected Sources
In my last loud-mouthed blog post, I blabbed about how I wasn’t going to pump out a post if I wasn’t feeling inspired. That’s exactly what my Winter of Solitude is about. Back to the Shining for a sec: another reason Jack accepted the job at the Overlook was to write a book. Totally digging that I’m comparing myself to a movie psycho. 🔪
You can find inspiration in the strangest of places. I find it in messes, the worst emotions, escaping the city, the wilderness, getting lost, untangling myself from risky situations, art, and poetry.
Not all of those things are good things, however. Life isn’t always sunflowers and butterflies–learn to use the bad days to your advantage.
Last year, I photographed snow for the first time. Discovering that snow actually glitters when the light hits it, and feeling it hit my cheek literally brought me to tears. The following photo is my favorite. That’s the reflection of real snowflakes under the light and not glitter, confetti or any kind of effect. A handful of the snowy photos I took last year can be seen here, on my Flickr account. ❄️
The experience made such an impact on me, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to do it again. Therefore, my camera and I are back up north for round 2. It’s December, and we’re waiting on snow.
All Work and No Play
It’s never really work– blogging, photography, and writing is something I’m only strict with so I can squeeze in some extra alone time. That can be our little secret. 🤫
The part about solitude is crucial to organize my thoughts, to perfect my craft, and to grow a little bit as a person. The idea behind isolating myself from everything I adore is to remove distractions. The goal is to allow my mind to wander and to follow it.
I’ve been water coloring using the glittery, colorful, sweet-smelling water of my Lush bath while simultaneously listening to music and catching up on American Horror Story. Yeah, water coloring while in the bath is quite dreamy. ✨☁️
I look totally intense in this photo, and it wasn’t one I intended to keep. The stranger behind me and I look like we’re about to drop a sick rap album, and we were apparently wearing matching hoodies.
Moving Forward Means Letting Go Again
My roommate added this song to a playlist for me and it was a good call. If he reads my blog, he needs to beat it! SCRAM, kid! (Thanks for the solid recommendation though, I’ve temporarily removed you from my enemies list.)