
This is a shot I took for the photography colloquium last fall, and was one of my favorites at the time. This was taken down by the duck pond at sunset.
I wrote yesterday that it had been a rough week. It was, and it’s been a rough last few weeks. I’ve had to make a lot of changes to the way I’m used to doing things. I’m living on my own for the first time. I think I’m adjusting to this fairly well, and I’m happy with my apartment, but it makes me miss everything (and everyone) from Main Campbell. It truly was a special place. It’s also strange for me to be living in a place where I don’t really know that many people, though I’m working on fixing that. There’s also a lot of work to be done. I think I was (perhaps) lucky to have made it through my undergraduate career without struggling too much. There were certainly things that challenged me, but for the most part things always went pretty smooth. That is no longer the case. With only three classes, I have considerably more work than I ever did with five or six at Tech, plus the work that goes into preparing lectures for my class. So, life has been hard, and I feel like I’ve spent a good amount of time complaining about it without doing much to try to change it.
Earlier this week, I took the time to go back and read almost all of the posts that I’ve made on this blog, about 135 of them or so. They ranged from the simple “Here’s a picture I took”, to “here’s what I’ve been doing over the past week”, to some that go into technical discussions about techniques or equipment, to some fairly long posts about creativity and motivation. I also noticed that I had a lot of posts where I talked about the things that I wish I had done, and then made the resolution to actually go do them. Looking back though, how many times did I actually make those changes? How many times did I take my own advice? The answer, I’ve realized, was almost never. Certainly, realizing what is wrong, is a step in the right direction, and coming up with a plan to fix it is another step. But never actually following through, that negates both of those steps.
So, sitting along in my apartment late one night, I told myself that this was going change. I was going to stop complaining, and actually do something about the things that bug me. And to my long time readers (do I have any of those?), who have been with me through the good times and the bad, I am happy to say that I’ve set off down a new road (and more than just the first two steps this time) 🙂
Here’s another picture if you made it this far down the page
