Permission to Dream

6 03 2013

As I scan my blog I am disappointed in myself for the sporadic postings and the amount of time since I posted last. I remind myself of the illness I’ve been fighting for a year and a half, but I am still discouraged. When I got sick, so much in my life fell by the wayside. The most important thing to me was making it through each day. But I have come far and I am so thankful for the Lord’s grace in my life. And I now I have a passion. 

Have you ever experienced something that makes you so completely happy? Something that keeps drawing you back to it, no matter what happens? That’s how photography is to me. I am here again, drawn to this passion and this dream. 

I have been observing people. My coworkers that are graduating and heading off to pursue their dreams. They can go anywhere and do exactly what they want. And they believe it wholeheartedly. The blogs I visit online where people take the plunge and follow their dreams, even if other people think they’re crazy. But here I am, terrified. I spend hours online looking at graduate and professional schools in my field. It seems safe. Known. Familiar. Less terrifying. The kind of career path that parents would be happy to brag on. But then there’s this thing. It keeps coming back and drawing me in. And I can’t move forward without giving it a shot. Why is it that everyone else I see is so fearless and so ready to pursue their dreams? Why do they believe they can do it and I don’t believe I can? 

So here it is…I want to be a photographer. I want to give it a shot. I want to at least say I tried. Because that is what makes me completely happy. And today I give myself permission to pursue this dream. 


The Joy of Coffee

21 01 2012

As a teenager, I always wanted to work at Starbucks. There’s something about the atmosphere of the soothing music, smell of fresh coffee, and people studying that pulls me in. I always want to snuggle up in on of the comfy chairs with a book on a rainy day.

To my despair, every time I applied at Starbucks they never hired me. Maybe it was a Godsend because I’ve been working at the best coffee shop in town (yes, maybe I’m a little biased, but come by and try it and you’ll agree!) for a few years now and I can’t drink Starbucks coffee anymore – my coffee taste is too particular! Coffee Break has become my second home and I come by on my days off because I’m so hopelessly addicted!

My latest project has been to take some new pictures for advertising. Here are some of my favorites!

Pulling shots is one of my favorite things. The perfect brown color, wonderful aroma, and smooth taste! of the most important ingredients!

Dan, my model and almost daily customer. 😉

The GREEN mugs!

The perfect shot

Some of our mugs on sale.

Serving 2011 Roaster of the Year

If you’re in the Lynchburg area, come check Coffee Break out! I love my job twice as much when I’m making coffee and taking pictures!

Featured in the Lynchburg Humane Society Newsletter!

21 01 2012

Good Morning on this rainy Saturday! I’m at work with my white mocha enjoying the coziness.

I am so incredibly excited to announce that Bentley is featured in the Lynchburg Humane Society’s latest newsletter! He was such a darling, energetic dog! I’m sad to say he wasn’t adopted over the holidays, but maybe his feature in the newsletter with bring people in to adopt! I absolutely love the dogs at the Humane Society and am always checking in to see who is there and give them a little loving! I would take them all home if I could. As of now, my one bedroom castle is already overflowing with my crafting supplies and shoes, so I’ll just keep dropping by to love on the puppies!

Stay dry on this rainy day and maybe while you’re out, stop by at your local animal shelter and give the animals some love!

Getting Messy

19 01 2012

I can’t believe its been a week already since I wrote last! I’ve been doing a lot of sleeping and attempting to feel better. It hasn’t been terribly successful. 😦

As most of my daily activities have been dropped from my life I still make time for my pottery class. What a fabulous way to spend some time being creative and fellowshipping with wonderful people! And this time I’ve convinced Dan to take the class with me!

And because I love quotes here’s a good motivation for me today  “Life isn’t meant to be easy, it’s meant to be lived…sometimes happy, other times rough. But with every up and down you learn lessons that make you strong.”

Heres to living in every chance that we get, happy or rough!

He is Passing By

11 01 2012

Happy Wednesday! I can’t believe its already here. I have spent the last few days at the doctors and sleeping. I think I caught some sort of flu bug on top of everything else I’ve been dealing with. I’m incredibly frustrated with it all, but I was reading the other day in One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp and I was encouraged. I’d like share a passage. Before this she was sharing about the pains and trials in our lives and how sometimes we don’t see the reason for years or maybe we don’t see the reason at all. I’d heard the Footprints poem, but this was a whole new perspective.

“…sometimes we don’t fully see that in Christ, because of Christ, through Christ, He does give us all things good–until we have the perspective of years.

In time, years, dust settles.

In memory, ages, God emerges.

Then we look back, we see God’s back.

Wasn’t that too His way with Moses? ‘When my glory passes by, I will put you in a cleft in the rock and cover you with my hand until I have passed by. Then I will remove my hand and you will see my back.’ (Exodus 33:22-23 NIV)

Is that it? When it gets dark, it’s only because God has tucked me in a cleft of the rock and covered me, protected with His hand? In the pitch, I feel like I’m falling, sense the bridge giving way, God long absent. In the dark, the bridge of my world shakes, cracking dreams. But maybe this is true reality: It is in the dark that God is passing by. The bridge and our lives shake not because God has abandoned, but the exact opposite:  God is passing by. God is in the tremors. Dark is the holiest ground, the glory passing by. In the blackest, God is closest, at work, forging His perfect and right will. Though it is black and we can’t see and our world seems to be free-falling and we feel utterly alone, Christ is most present to us, I-beam supporting in earthquake. Then He will remove His hand. Then we will look.

Then we look back and see His back.”

I hope that through all of this I will have a story to tell of God’s faithfulness. He has brought me through much and I know he will bring me through this even when my world seems black. I hope this might encourage you as well.

The Goal for Today

7 01 2012

I’ve been fighting the frustration and jealousy of all the normal, healthy people talking about new years resolutions to get in shape etc. I have been sick for months, waiting on a diagnosis for my illness. And I still have weeks to go. As my health is quickly declining, I am struggling to see past January. Will things be different once the doctors tell me what is wrong? Is there a treatment? Is there hope? Or will every day be a struggle like it is now?

As I face the year I am overwhelmed with “What if’s” and the unknown. So today I have decided to face today for today and to live it for what it is. I am the type of person that doesn’t stop moving. I am always writing up the next To Do list and accomplishing something. In my exhaustion and pain I have become increasingly frustrated with accomplishing so little. Today as the sun is shining bright and hope is in the air, I have decided to make a goal for today. How much less frustrating and more attainable than focusing on an entire year!

Today I decided to spend some quality time with my baby, Chloe and take her on a walk.

Happy Friday! I hope your goals area attainable and already in progress!

The Value of a Photo

5 01 2012

This blog post has been circulating quickly, but I thought I would share it as well. It is from fototails photography.

What an incredibly sad story, but also what a reminder that life is short and fragile. Today is what memories are made of and we may not have tomorrow.