The last several months have been a roller coaster. Only now, with my schedule cleared on my final vacation day of the year and my daughter napping in the nursery nearby, have a had a minute to try and process it all.
Even while I sit here starring at a select collection of images I've plucked from the most choice assignments of late, it's hard to put into words the mix of emotions behind them. There have been some crazy challenges, a few tough goodbyes, several disappointing setbacks but through it all the work has remained.
As long as I've been involved, life in the print industry has been full of ups and downs but despite all the tough times it's been my love and appreciation for the work and the people that have kept me in this fight.
While the path forward still seems uncertain the work remains, and I'm grateful for that.
There's something indescribable that happens when you hit 30. I mean, I can't substantiate this claim based off anything other than my own personal experience, but yes, something definitely happens.
Maybe it's in the fourth decade of life where one's ascension into adulthood reaches cruising altitude.
For me, the social anxieties that once dominated my twenties have slowly subsided while the paternal trappings of this so-called "settling down" period have yet to set in. I no longer care so much if my socks match or if I'm seen at that trendy new bar/restaurant down the street but I also don't own a home, much less mow my lawn.
In a sense, I'm somewhere in between grown up and a grown-up.
It's one part personality, one part personal preference that I've found myself comfortably positioned here in this most agreeable season of life where responsibility fits like a loose turtle-neck.
Summer, in a lot of ways, is the perfect metaphor for life in your late twenties and early thirties. These are blessed days where the sun shines, decisions are care-free and made with little consequence. And also, there's always pie.
If you're anything like me you regularly hear yourself saying things like: "man, I can't believe it's (insert day/month/year)" or "can you believe (insert season) is already over?"
But as they say: time flies when you're having fun.