It's beginning to be the daily "special" on the menu. Yogurt, with a side of stress.
This week - it's this. You know how you're told to stand up for yourself, be bold, be brave, never let anyone run over you (I did that once and then called it divorce.) Stand up for what you believe in, never be a dish-rag. At least that's what More, Vogue, Bazaar, even AARP magazines preach. It's time for women to be strong. Never leave anyone - your friends, your boss, your family - guessing where you stand. I watch the reverence of Sheryl Sandberg, the grit of Tina Fey, the grace of Governor Nikki Haley and I understand what I must do. Then, I do it.
Taking the high road, the bold stand is hard (understatement of the year!). Making a bold stand - has always been a struggle for me, and when it comes to the moment where I speak up or press "send", it takes everything in me to go against the status quo. I call it the Southern Guilt syndrome which isn't a diagnosis, but more a way of life for some Southern women who were raised (yes, raised) by strong, stalwart, non-forgiving, bull-headed Southern mothers. I am lucky enough to be one of the some.
Days like today, I HATE this guilt that which looms just over my left shoulder. Like the freaky angel and horny devil, one on either side, the guilt never goes away. Sometimes the angel (common sense) wins; other times, the devil (Southern guilt and stupidity). Today, I simply have too much to do, so I'm kicking the stupidity to the curb.
As our photography business grows, our travels increase, the chores pile up, and my dreams keep intensifying, I am going to sit back, take a deep breath and chew the stuffing out of this stress/guilt/angel/devil. I got this because I want this. So go away. I've got to keep moving.
Be bold. Stand up for yourself. Destroy those demons for breakfast. You got this.
Whether it is exploring this amazing world or being content on my own piece of real estate near Athens, Georgia, I'm spinning stories and fashioning tales from a Southern perspective. As an editor and writer, I get to meet incredible people and share their stories. As a photographer, I get to cement these moments in time. As a wife and mother, I'm always excited to see what's around the next corner, For it's anything but ordinary.