Hello, it’s me. . .🎶
I’ve thought about us for a long, long time. . .🎶
Remember that song? It’s the first thing that popped into my mind. I’ve thought about starting a photography blog for a long, long time, so welcome to my brand-spankin’ new blog space. I’ve only started about six blogs, what’s one more, eh? Maybe, just maybe, I’ll keep this one relevant since it’s attached to my growing photography business. We’ll see.
Okay. About me.
Gosh, where to start? Ummmm, well I’m married to an amazing man. That’s a great start. We’ve been together since 1987 and life only gets sweeter growing old with him. Stick around, there will be plenty more gushing over him in blogs to come, I’m sure of it.
We’ve got three (mostly) grown children, one SIL, and two grandchildren. My name is Mema and being a grandmother is a position to just behold. There are no mortal words to describe what the heart feels when your baby has a baby. If you hang out here for any length of time, at all, you’ll see plenty of #memasmunchkins. They are the light of my life. I am so grateful for the privilege to experience the Mema life.
Beyond that, I take photos. I love candids. I love to capture emotion. Moments. Raw moments. Real moments. Real expressions. And, honestly, now that I’m actually writing these words out, I realize at this very moment that I’ve sorta lost my way a bit. I’ve been so immersed into The Industry and The Business that my natural creativity and inspiration has been clouded with technicalities and methodologies. (note to self: get back to what you love) I absolutely love creating a finished product from, either what I saw in a moment of perfect light or a moment of perfect expression or emotion. When I get both, it’s magical. The very best photo is the next one! I am always anticipating the next great shot. It’s a serious addiction.
What else. Oh, I’m a 6w7, or a 5w6, or a 6w5 on the Enneagram. I may be a 9 or 1, too. I’m just now studying the types, so who knows. I’m whatever type is complicated. I read that 6s need encouragement and safety, yet I’m so incredibly independent that I have very few close friends. Can you just encourage me from afar? Thanks. (I’m so totally missing emojis, right now, how did we ever write in the old days without expressions?) I am not a huggie-touchy-feely person. Where is that on the Enneagram? If I had the courage to tell you straight up how I feel good or bad/positive or negative, I’d probably lose a lot of friends, but gain a bunch of new ones. Thankfully, the power of the Holy Spirit living in me keeps me out of a whole lot of trouble. I’m too conservative for the liberals and too liberal for the conservatives. Now that I think about it, perhaps that’s called balance. I have, also, retired from people-pleasing, but I often find myself thinking about it, at least. I snap out of it, quickly. I have also long-retired from keeping the facade of perfectionism. Gosh, those were some tiresome years. I finally figured out – way late in life – that nobody’s perfect. Some folks hide it well, but nobody’s perfect. There is a great deal of freedom in letting go of perfectionism. Fear is my strongest weakness. I lose many battles, but I will win the war.
My photography business is living proof.
I’ve only just begun . . .🎶
To live. . .🎶