purpose


There's an age-old question that we've heard our whole lives. Why? How can this one word question have no real answer? It starts when we are young and continues - forever, I guess.

  • Why do I have to go to bed?
  • Why do I have to eat my vegetables?
  • Why is that a rule?
  • Why do I have to go school?
  • Why do I have to go to work?
  • Why are people the way they are?
  • Why do I do what I do?
  • Why am I here?


There's a lot more whys. But why?

As we age - and it starts sooner for some - the important questions of why surrounds how we seek our purpose. There have been a few moments in life that I thought I have pinpointed my purpose, only to figure out later that I don't have it figured out at all. All of sudden, I am approaching my fourth decade on this Earth and I still find myself planning for things for when I grow up. Some friends find it comical but I'll still talk about how I see myself sitting in a little cafe in London, not on vacation but as if I will live there. I see myself watching my two boys growing up on the California coast, learning to surf and laughing and playing ball in the sand, wavy hair, sun kissed noses . Or how I will be one day be sitting in flowery field in Ireland, enjoying the sun on my face, writing in a journal full of pages that I didn't tear out later. Why do I picture myself somewhere else?


Being a mom has given me more than anything I've experienced in life thus far. Loving them is what I do. The scary thing is moving into new stages of motherhood - especially the one where they slowly rely less on you and overnight you realize you relied a lot on taking care of them. You start to master loving (and worrying) from a distance as you watch your little birds try to fly. Why does motherhood have stages? Why do I have to wait for them to be 35 for them to realize (again) how awesome I am?


Being a photographer has really allowed me to connect to people in a way that I have loved from day one and it has everything to do with the people. Of course I love beautifully shot, sharp, breathtaking photography but when I leave a session, my heart is more full because the goodness of people glows in the moments when they least know it's showing. In little ways, goodness makes a big difference and people need it - you'd be surprised how far a smile goes. I love it so much - why don't I do photography full-time?


So why am I starting this blog? Well that one has an answer. I have a personal purpose to fulfill and I {believe} it resides somewhere in helping others be a little happier, feel a little more encouraged and feel a little less alone. Humans can be kinda full of good - that excites me - and I'd like to make it easier to share it. Maybe it's through a friendly smile. Maybe it's through writing.


Maybe the answer is simply - why not?