As I sit here with a pint of beer, I find myself overwhelmed by my own thoughts.
It’s been three weeks since I last picked up my camera.
Three weeks.
And somehow, that feels like much longer.
My iPhone 18 Pro has more than 50 new photos sitting there, waiting to be edited, looked at, and eventually shared. Normally, I’d be excited about that. Instead, I keep putting it off.
I’m stuck.
I’m in a rut, and the longer I stay there, the more doubt starts to creep in. Am I losing my creativity? Have I lost my eye? Why can’t I seem to pick up the camera and just go?
The strange thing is, I know the answer probably isn’t complicated. I probably just need to stop thinking about it so much and start creating again.
But sometimes it isn’t that easy.
Lately, I’ve been trying to listen to the universe—to slow down, pay attention, and let things find their balance. Maybe this pause is part of that. Maybe I’m not supposed to force anything right now.
Maybe it’s okay to step back.
Maybe it’s okay to feel stuck.
And maybe, when I’m ready, I’ll pick up the camera again and remember why I started in the first place.
For now, I’m sitting here with my beer, listening to my thoughts, trying to make sense of them.
But…
