I lost my Dad six days after my 35th birthday last year. I lost him three month and fourteen days after my wedding day. I lost him unexpectedly, abruptly, and without a proper goodbye. I lost him in a manner that till this day still feels unjustified. Needless to say, thirty-five was not the glorious year I had imagined. Rather, it was a year I wish I could erase. Thirty-five was a year I buried myself in such sadness that only the love and kindness of my husband, my family and my friends freed me. It was a year that forced me to be vulnerable, to let down my shield and let others in. It was a year I stood still and know that it’s okay, that stillness is not surrendering. It was a year that I, too, died. But the part of me that lives knows now to live more vicariously and to love boundlessly.
To thirty-six, to a new day, to a new year. Please be gentle to me. Read More
What an incredible year thirty-four was. Unbeknownst to me, it would be the year I'd get engaged, married, and leave the burb to be a city girl. It's a little daunting to realize that I'm officially in my mid thirties. Truth be told, I've always been an old soul so it's somewhat welcoming that my age is finally catching up to me. Thirty-five brings wisdom, experience, and fearlessness. I can't wait for the adventure that awaits! Read More
"No matter what happens, the sun will rise in the morning."
I looked out the window and took comfort in this.
Thirty-four is going to be a luminous year! Read More
Hard to believe I'm turning thirty-three this year...or is it thirty-two? I forget. Seriously, I stopped keeping track after thirty. I've always feared the thirty-something years. I imagined it to be the beginning of the end. The beginning of "old age", which I've oddly felt since my twenties but is now validated when I see grown kids with birth year in the 2000's. Read More
To 2015, I hope to delve deeper, to feel less intimidated, and to continue making progress - in photography, in love, and in life. Leaving you with my last and favorite session from 2014. Read More
Happy 2nd anniversary to you! Sometimes I forget you are in my life, until you start making your presence known in unwelcoming ways. I'm starting to see traces of you in my reflection, I feel you in my acid reflux, and, for the first time, I understand the agony of lower back pain. Our anniversary. It's a yearly reminder of how much I have to catch up to you. Read More