Some may think that I have forgotten the thing that has fueled my creative existence for more than 20 years... that I have let my obsession fall by the wayside... and I must admit, I've neglected my chosen craft... but I write this now to remind myself that it still exists within me. My focus has shifted. I have chosen to add some skills to my humble arsenal. My cameras may be gathering dust, while I push myself through the cosmetology program & work on my "days off" at a new salon... but photography has, and always will be, my heart. Yes, this is sappy AF, but I'm feeling nostalgic, and missing the sheer joy that is a wide open aperture, or the perfect, in tact Polaroid emulsion lift. A sincere, heartfelt thank you to the folks that have always encouraged me to do whatever the hell I want to do... to those that have listened to me cry when I'm certain that this is too much for me to handle.... to those that have told me they are proud... because you know what? For the first time in my life, I am proud of myself. Im tough as fuck, and I'm doing this. I actually CAN do it all. Thank you @johansebastianbot @carrafay @muddysunsets @jenavedadenver @mom_entarily_distracted @bridgette_thebeautyqueen @merylgrace @nmillardaveda @worksofnathaniel @ncolehnt @vegan_ometry @haleyrotenberry And billion other people that have had my back. I appreciate you.