I finally made it to bed at 3am this morning. Never mind the second item on my list of ways I’m committed to looking after myself. So I’m too tired at the moment to feel excited about the new look of my blog, and the new website I’m so totally in love with. It’s funny, because I’ve been looking forward to this day for so long. I’d often leave the temporary blog, where I was working on the design, open on my desktop so, as I passed the computer taking a load of laundry from our bedroom to downstairs, or picking Jaedon’s entire collection of Take-Along trains off the loungeroom floor, I’d catch a glimpse of it. Inevitably I’d take a few seconds out just to stare at it, make sure it felt like me. And it always did. It felt like home. It felt like the kind of place I could look forward to going back to each night, after a hard day’s work. The kind of place I could put my feet up on the coffee table if I liked, just because I was comfortable enough being there, and I knew the people around me wouldn’t mind. Because they were family after all. So much more than a sense of excitement I feel comfortable. I feel satisfied. I feel the peace that comes with making a great decision. A right decision. And, oddly enough, I finally feel like a real photographer. Funny what a facelift will do.
OK. I confess that I lied. I am excited. I have such a great feeling about things at the moment. About having a blog and a website I just adore. About feeling that they’re both so totally me. About plans that are just falling into place. About the beautiful people that have come into my life. And just about life. It really is good. And it’s great to be home.
.jpg "Life is for living, even when you forget your swimmers and the water is full of crocodiles and jellyfish. (just kidding about the crocodiles and jellyfish - life is for LIVING after all...)")
Narrelle x