When you write a blog you take pictures.
When you take pictures, you don’t just take a few.
You take thousands and hundreds and dozens and tens of pictures.
Pictures that never ever get their day in the sun.
Sometimes it’s because the post isn’t used. Sometimes it’s because the angle is wrong or the lighting isn’t right or it looks like another picture you just took of something else. I was searching for pictures for a project and found picture after picture that I never used.
I felt a little sorry for them.
So today is their day. Today is the day they are sparkling and shining and laughing and showing off for all of you.
Here are a few of my favorite pictures from the cutting room floor. 🙂
I had forgotten this picture.
It was taken on a long ago Christmas when I was decorating the mantel with treasures I found at Wal-Mart for only $1.00.
I love the texture of the house and the lights in the background and the tiny whiffs of cotton ball smoke wafting out of a paper chimney.
There were so many pictures that had gone before.
Ones like this leather camera taken against a cracked cement wall.
Perched atop a stool.
Or this combination of handmade pallet box.
Juxtaposed with rusted metal leaves.
Layered on chippy white paint.
I sorted and categorized and organized and as I sorted through all those pictures, I discovered something amazing.
Something I didn’t realize at the time.
Something I overlooked.
Every one of these pictures tells a story.
They capture a second in time.
They are all a little imperfect in some way.
Some are out of focus.
Some have random white balance.
Some have too much bokeh or the styling is a little off.
There was a better picture somewhere else.
But here’s the thing. Here’s what kept running through my head over and over and over again.
Every one of pictures has worth.
Every one of these pictures are significant.
They are full to the brim of that emotion at that particular time in that particular place.
And me? I was so quick to toss them aside for the perfect that I missed their beauty. I missed the joy they might have shared. I missed the uniqueness they shared.
So I’m sharing all that imperfection today.
All that imperfection.
I can identify. I understand. I get it.
Because those pictures?
They are just like me.
PS I’m waxing poetic today because it’s a big day. The official, first-ever-actually-hold-it-in-my-hands-copy-of-the-book-showed up at my door.
You’ll never believe how I reacted.
Sigh. Just between us—it wasn’t what I expected.
You can see my book-opening reaction on FB Live here.