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Moments at Clickaway

I’ve been back from Click Away for a week and I’m still there. Think I left a little of myself back in Utah. With the place, the people, the mood. It’s exciting to be surrounded by people who share the same passion as you. It’s fueled this new desire I have. Amid everything going on in my life right now, I need to find me. Find what I love. Do what I love.

No more excuses.

It’s easy to stay at a job that’s not horrible, and do something you are good at, but not particularly passionate about. It’s easy to say I’ll do that tomorrow, or on the side or later. Well, it’s later. Each passing moment is gone forever. So it’s time to sh%t or get off the pot (pardon my french). I’m at a place now, where being sure I’m doing something that brings me joy, and fills me with a sense of purpose is more important than doing the easy thing.

Click Away did that for me.

So thanks, to the wonder people at ClickinMoms who put that thing together. It probably did more for me than you’ll ever realize.

You’ll be hearing from me regularly on this journey. I hope you’ll come along for the ride.

Taking a shot.

imageI’m stepping out. Doing something for me. I’ve been wanting to learn more about photography, and when the opportunity to attend Click Away came up, well, I just couldn’t say no. So many amazing photographers I admire and follow. All right here for me to see and learn from…

I’m officially a groupie.

I’ve scheduled all my classes and am so excited to see Sue Bryce, Karen Russell, Meg Bitton, Candice Zugich, and so many more. All.in.the.same.place. And I’m here too. Chubbs would be proud…I am in my happy place (yes, that’s the Happy Gilmore Chubbs).

It was worth buying a new printer last night so I could print contact cards to bring with me. It was totally worth the flight. The crazy tall guy sitting next to me, that would have started one of those “leg room brawls” seen in the news lately if the extra large guy in front of him would have put his seat back. It was worth the shin cramps high tailing it from one end of Detroit to the other to make my connecting flight. Wait, it wasn’t Detroit the city…just the airport…but it felt like it. It was totally worth the wait outside the airport for an extra half an hour while the shuttle tried to find me.

The next three days will be totally worth it.