A quick Sunday reminder to get outside, grab the camera, and create something anyway. The light may be harsh, the schedule may be full, and the excuses may be easy, but a semi-decent photo and a little mental reset beat doing nothing every time.
A July work trip to Corpus seemed like a harmless enough idea. Then I decided to bring one of my kids along, accidentally took the wrong exit, stopped because I was the one who needed a bathroom break, let him climb through work trucks, and surprised him with a quick beach detour before heading back north. Not bad for one of my better, albeit still questionable, traffic-brain ideas.
Six years ago, somewhere in the middle of the chaos that was 2020, I launched The Texas Native as a creative outlet and a way to keep myself grounded. Interestingly enough, nearly six years later, during another particularly stressful season of life, I find myself leaning on creativity in much the same way. This entry is a reflection on stress, growth, the peaks and valleys of life, and how this little project has quietly helped keep my head above water through it all.
There is a strange kind of guilt that comes with walking away from something that technically never did anything wrong. Sometimes it just no longer fits the life you are living.
Seriously, it makes sense…