“ If there is no passion in your life, then have you really lived? "

There were forty seven of us. 

Forty seven of us on just five walls. 

It felt good to see my work up there and felt good to a part of something big, knowing that everyone had gathered there to share one thing in common. I stood there and looked around, proud of this little achievement of mine, a dream I wanted to reach for years now. All of a sudden, it became real. How do you cope with an emotion like that? How do you deal with how your heart feels when it's bursting at the seams? 

And now all I want is more. I want to feel more of that heavy heartbeat, feel the anxiety of how people reacted to my art, feel the adrenaline that I felt when I stood next to my work and feel how my cheeks felt from smiling all night.

Oh my, I tell you. 

That feeling.. that feeling that crept through my bones. It truly was something else 

and I can't wait for the day it comes to see me again. 

the girl in pink: a self portrait

For once, I have nothing bad to say about myself. 

I actually love these shots.  

And I'm not hiding behind a lens. Rather, I'm in front of it. 

Maybe it's because my face isn't on show. It's more about my emotion.

My body language. My mystery. My sensuality as a woman. 

Because in every woman, this exists. 

And I've allowed myself to believe that I can be that woman.

And this exercise has become my revelation of my bravery to accomplish self-portrait week.

I didn't think I could do it and love it.

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that ordinary moment

December 27 – Ordinary Joy. Our most profound joy is often experienced during ordinary moments. What was one of your most joyful ordinary moments this year? 

I remember it being a bad day.

I remember being angry, frustrated, upset, alone. My road rage was at its height, I screamed at people through the glass of my car window, muttered curse words under my breath annoyed at every movement the other motorists made. Everyone seemed to be in my way and all I wanted to do was get home and sulk.

Then it came. The moment I had been waiting for since I moved back home, on a highway that sits in the landing path of the international airport. Right underneath the gigantic body of a Boeing 707, my car sat underneath the huge roar of its engine as it neared its destination.

Oh, how I laughed. I laughed on my own and I giggled like a little school girl as if i had reached a goal that was unachievable, as if it were a dream of mine that I longed to have for years and years. But it was MY ordinary moment, my simple ordinary moment that made me smile the rest of the way home.

I don't even remember what I was angry about.

Photo by Lauren Treece

.she was who she was.

Remember her?
She’s still there. Deep down, she’s still there.

. round and round we go…

I laughed until my belly hurt on this one Thursday evening.

We drank champagne and we ate caviar. We spoke endlessly. We even danced on a pole. One person I have known for years. The others have been in my life for five minutes, five minutes that have been an absolute pleasure.

On this one Thursday evening, I felt like me again. I felt like my heart was smiling with pure emotion. I felt like my feet were firmly planted on the ground, maybe a bit wobbly from the vodka, but definitely grounded.

Did I mention I laughed until my belly hurt?  I haven’t done this is a long time.