I don't normally air ideas that I am simply musing about on the internet, but in this case I am making an exception because I need some feedback. I'm thinking about starting up an Etsy shop to sell some prints of my photographs. Is this a good idea? Would any of you buy prints? Do you know anyone who might buy prints? What kind of images would you like to see available for purchase? What kind of price bracket would you like to see them in? Let me know in the comments here, or, if you know me personally, you can contact me whatever way your heart desires.
Sometimes I seriously wish my brain had an off switch. The last couple of weeks have been chockfull of those moments. Insomnia has been keeping me company. Panic has been seeping into my thoughts. Screams have been echoing through my mind. I need to be able to tell my brain to stop sometimes. I can tell when I'm getting sucked into panic mode, but I have yet to be able to completely avoid it. You know you're not in a good place when you can't focus in class because you are busy panicking about your future and when you bring homework with you to work in case you have some down time. All of this is wearing me thin and this thinness has made me fragile. I'm short-tempered. I burst into tears at the slightest provocation. I've been avoiding people, not because I don't like them, but because I don't want to inflict myself on them. My life is actually pretty darn good right now. School isn't yet in the mires of papers and exams (although that all starts this week), and work, despite being way too many hours right now, is actually enjoyable. And yet I can't shake this panic. Someone tell me how to turn my brain off.
And you taught me what this feels like.
And then how it feels to lose it.
And you showed me who I wanted.
And then who I wasn't.
And you ticked every box.
And then drew a line.
And you weren't mine to begin with.
And then not to end with.
And you looked like everything I wanted.
And then became something I hated.
And you get thought of every day.
And then not in a good way.
And you let me leave.
And then wish I'd stayed.
And you almost killed me.
But I didn't die.
This is another total repost from I Wrote This For You. Even the photo is inspired by the post. If you haven't ever checked out I Wrote This For You, go now. Read it. I am completely enamoured with it. Beautiful pictures. Proufound words. Truly beautiful. I've adored this particular post for quite some time now. I think the most incredible quality of I Wrote This For You is the ability of the authour to capture in words exactly what people are feeling. Sometimes you read one of the posts and your heart screams because it has just seen itself in the written word. This was one of those posts for me.
This picture is a couple of years old. I took it the last time I was out at Lake Wabamun. Obviously I've manipulated it a bit on the computer. I really like how it turned out though.
