thoughts and aesthetic

This is a poem for someone
who is juggling her life.
Be still sometimes.
Be still sometimes.

It needs repeating
over and over
to catch her attention
over and over
because someone juggling her life
finds it difficult to hear.

Be still sometimes.
Be still sometimes.
Let it all fall sometimes.

— Rose Cook

when i started finding florentine, i had an image in my head of what i wanted it to be. i wanted it to be a creative space where i could express myself. a place to share my words and my photos. a place to hold my moments. a place to dream-- and while all of those things are still my hope for this space of mine, i find myself conflicted.

i am my own biggest critic when it comes to my work. i will be the first to tell you that i nitpick, and second guess, and i often times compare myself and my work to others'. i know perfection is so very unrealistic, yet i hold myself to the highest of standards. with that said, i have to constantly remind myself that my photographs may never be perfect and my wording and babble may not always be the most eloquently phrased or grammatically correct and that's okay! i mean, i tend to place punctuation where my mind pauses among my thoughts, for goodness sakes. i don't know if that will ever change; it's one of my quirks i suppose.

i am a work in progress-- ever changing, and learning, and growing into who i am, into my own skin. i believe that as i slowly discover myself and grow, so will finding florentine. i guess that's truly the beauty of it all.

"live from the heart of yourself. seek to be whole, not perfect."
- oprah winfrey