For the last nine months, I’d look at the day or the week ahead and have genuinely no idea how I was going to accomplish getting up, getting dressed, making it through the shoot, and getting work out on time. Genuinely no idea. I don’t think I masked it either. I was upfront about having just napped before a shoot; all my clients saw me snacking away, bringing breakfast tacos with me to any shoot before 11am; wearing the same black shapeless dress and grandma sandals. Now that I have a small little window to catch up on the last bit of editing, I finally have a second to go through recent shoots. Each one of them reminds me of how alive and awake I’d feel once I got there and got to do what I love. Events, restaurants, portraits, street style, social media... This shoot at the Thompson was with the best team and made me forget entirely how leading up to it I had no idea how I’d do a shoot that long. And yet, it all worked out. Better than worked out. Was a really amazing shoot. I can’t omit the fact that I prayed every day. I leaned HEAVILY on God’s grace. The most epic of trust falls every single day, because I did NOT know how I could possibly do it alone, and I couldn’t have. Things worked out. People were there for me. I’d somehow be able to get out of bed and to my shoots, and when they could have sometimes gone ANY way, they went SO WELL. Looking forward to tapping back into the rhythm of shooting and sharing; creating and reflecting; growing and learning (and I’m sure being even more tired than I even thought possible.)