Uprooting is uncomfortable.
Whether that’s moving, changing jobs, shifting roles in identity (i.e. marriage.. ), graduating, etc.. It’s all sticky and uncomfy. Yes, it’s a natural part of life, yes, it’s good growth. All true silver-linings, but there’s also grief in any uprooting. It’s often-times a lonely, disorienting, confusing space to be in.
These past few months since moving, I’ve been re-teaching my soul patience. How to see myself patiently in the discomfort while holding onto hope knowing the sticky feelings aren’t always going to last. Like my snake plant that traveled with me from Tennessee up to Vermont (barely making it), trusting that there’s a beauty in it’s silent growth, the roots are growing deeper, seen or not.
I’ve realized that as much as I love NOT feeling uncomfortable, it’s healing and vulnerable to have people that sit with me, provide a space to breath, show it’s ok to not be ok, and remind me that I’m not alone.. whether they know it or not, they remind me what it looks like to be whole, more human.
Time with Amaris and Sam was a picture of just that. We all met in Goshen VA at Amaris’ family log cabin. Both Amaris and Sam shared their stories in more depth, sharing about their own stories of uprooting. Our stories were all so different but that depth in grief and joy was an understanding we each shared, making us feel less alone. We spent the morning soaking in the winter sunrise and ended the time ready for our yummy breakfast in Lexington, VA. A perfect time.
With my transition from Tennessee to Vermont, it’s brought some questions about where I am in life and where I want to be. Most pertinent to this post, expectations for my business.
Times like this with Amaris and Sam bring me back down to earth. It helps me remember that wherever photography takes me, it’s about the humans in front of me, the presence, the joy that my clients bring through opening my eyes to aspects of life I would have never seen outside of being invited to a log cabin in Goshen, VA.