It’s So Easy to Forget Who You Are (or ‘Were’)

It’s 8am sharp right now, I have work in an hour. Parked in the Starbucks lot but not close enough to use their wi-fi and using the hotspot from my phone.

It’s so easy to forget who you were.

Before opening up my computer to write this, I was looking at my earlier photos on Flickr.com and Instagram. It’s crazy how easy it is to forget some of the best work that you created and the time it took to create series of photos. I’m looking at old videos that I made and posted and I totally forgot how fun it is to make short videos. Looking through those old photos that I took, it all came back to me how ambitious I was at that time to be a photographer. And it’s because of the crazy maybe narrowminded ambition which helped me capture some of the best photos I’ve ever taken.

But something happened between then and now where I went off track and not producing as much as I did. Don’t get me wrong, I’m always photographing, but there was something in me back then were I was in this flow state where I was going every night to DC and returning home at 10-11pm, going to my local library’s photography section on the 5th floor from 6pm til 11pm with stacks of books trying to learn about the greats and what’s been done.

Go look through your entire portfolio, read your old journal entries, look at your earlier re-posts you made on Tumblr and Pinterest. I’ll look through my tumblr see things I re-blogged or copy and pasted the URL several months or years ago and re-discover the music and artists that I was obsessed with at the time.