Afraid to share

You would be amazed by how many blog posts I’ve started and never posted in the last week. Some are completely written and ready to go. Others are nothing more than an intro. The one thing they all have in common though, is that they will never see the light of day.

See, writing is a form of therapy for me. And I often write when I’m upset about something. I spent much of the last week in a funk, and I’ve tried to convey my reasons for it in writing. I ultimately get frustrated, because I know what I’m writing will probably become fodder for people to argue and perhaps flame me. I enjoy levelheaded debates, but they are hard to find that on the Internet these days.

So instead, I write for myself. And then leave it as a draft, never to be posted publicly. Perhaps I should put my opinion out there on some things, and maybe — just maybe — someone will take a moment to think of things from a different point of view. But I found one thing to be very evident lately: there is a recurring belief that if you don’t agree with someone you’re clearly against them. I think that as a result of that, people are really quick to stand extra firm on how they feel, and will arbitrarily strike out against anyone who might have a different point of view. As a result of such strikes, I spent much of the last week licking my own wounds. Wounds made by words that were never meant to be aimed straight at me but that struck me hard. I have found myself pulling away from social media in general because of this.

I don’t mind other beliefs. I think that’s what makes the world go around. I especially think the differing of beliefs is one of the most amazing things about being an American. You have freedom of speech. You have freedom to be who you want to be. You have freedom to figure out a way to make things better.

What I do mind are broad sweeping prosecution of people who think differently. Just because someone thinks differently from you does not mean they are against you. I have a lot of friends who have vastly different approaches to life, love, religion, politics, etc. I think those perspectives are what make them uniquely them, and I’m willing to listen and accept them for the unique, beautiful person that they are.

Oh I’m not perfect. I’ve made my own statements out of frustration that come out as “broad sweeping prosecution” of others. And for that I apologize. I can’t promise it’ll never happen again, but I’m sure going to be more aware of it. Because at the end of the day, we are all in this messed up world together. And I, for one, have no interest in spending my days angry or feeling hurt, nor do I want to be the cause of that for others.

Taking the day for a ride

Thursday, my husband and I found ourselves with the whole day to ourselves. We could do anything we wanted to do.

So we jumped on the motorcycle and took off… literally with no destination in mind. We headed out north of Nashville, and we just started driving down roads. At one point when we stopped my husband said he was just angling back towards town, but we didn’t really have any idea where we were.

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Open road all to ourself!

My favorite road was “Pickle Knight Rd” and I literally laughed out loud at that name. But it was so freeing to just ride. Sometimes we found ourselves on busier highways, but mostly we were all on our own on a small blacktop angling up or down mountain ridges.

Motorcycle Selfie!
Motorcycle Selfie!

We stopped at a gas station for “lunch.” I grabbed a club sandwich and sweet tea. My husband grabbed some of those warm taquito things you see at gas stations and a sweet tea. We split a bag of potato chips. We just stood by the bike and munched away, talking about our ride so far. I have to say it was one of the most fun lunches I’ve had in awhile!

Our day ended as daylight was running out, and my legs were hurting from riding. (I have long legs, so sometimes riding can end up with me having cramped up legs after awhile.) We went home and grilled out, putting the perfect bow on a relaxing day off together.

Yummy dinner!
Yummy dinner!

Below is a video I took as we went down one of our favorite little roads in Middle Tennessee. You will want to mute the sound because its all just wind noise, but if you look really close, you can see the lightening bugs dancing near the treeline. It was kinda magical!

Making it Happen Monday: Embracing the future

It finally happened:


I’ve had my photography domain name for over two years, but I just never did anything with it. It was when someone would ask, “Do you have a site?” that I’d cringe.


It was an “out of sight, out of mind” thing. Plus, bartending pays well enough that it was easy to get complacent. I didn’t feel the need to pursue photo gigs. Now… Well, I’m not giving up bartending, but I also realize that I won’t be doing it forever. I have to start building my photography business to someday be full-time.

Understand, I am self-taught. Mostly. I do have my journalism degree and I’ve worked with design both for pay and for fun for years. I have a basic, educated idea of what makes a great photo. I did get a few crash courses from various photographers through the years as well. But on a whole… It’s all trial and error. Lots of errors. And a whole lot of passion.

I. Love. Photography.

Going into it, I don’t want to step on the toes of those who have devoted their education and life to photography! I’ve worried about that. A lot. But I like to think there is room for all of us and perhaps I can fill my own niche. And I’ll discover the niche through the years to come.

I invite everyone to check out my site and like my page on Facebook Perhaps some day I can do a shoot for you!

The wife of a touring musician tells it like she sees it…